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Disclaimer: If I owned House of Anubis, Nathalia Ramos would be staying on the show, and not going to college until 2014.

Mick

He never liked Jerome and I together, he never got properly dumped. He told Arthur where Jerome was at the pool. He would have testified for Arthur. He may not have been completely evil, but that's only because he doesn't have the stomach.

He carried me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, running as fast as he could from the house. I should not have ever trained him. He carried me to a warehouse a little ways off the main road in the woods. Upon entering he dumped my exhausted self on the floor. My head cracked against the cement, I was dizzy but not concussed. Then he looked at me disgustedly,

"You went with that sissy, when you could have had me! I don't understand you Mara." I glared up at him. He had just kidnapped me and he was confused as to why I didn't want to date him? The idiot. Mick kicked at me weakly, then walked out the door. I heard the latch click.

It was time to wait. I lay my head on the floor and thought. I thought hard about my choices in the last few months. I could have avoided this whole situation, had I not helped Jerome find his father, I could have not become so close to him after his confession. I could've not called Mick the things I did. I could have avoided so much pain. But if I had, I would have been with Mick, I would have continued to date that repulsive creature. I wouldn't have become friends with Poppy, and both Jerome and Poppy would still be being abused by Arthur. And I would never know how amazing it felt when Jerome and I kissed. I recalled that memory now, the softness of his lips, our breathing (or lack thereof), how I was so glad that I hadn't put on lip-gloss. I smiled, forgetting the pain that I knew Arthur would inflict on his arrival, not realizing how angry he would be if he thought that I was enjoying myself.

I remembered quickly.

Perhaps I need to become more observant, this was the second time I had failed to notice an evil person coming to hurt me this night. He had slipped in during my reminiscing session. He had watched me laugh in his presence. He was angry. And I was terrified. I don't care what you say, I had every right to cower in fear.

He came at me swinging. A wild punch to the cheek, a kick in my stomach. He twist my arm so that I would turn and lay on my stomach. I could see his crème de la crème weapon. His belt. HE WAS GOING TO WHIP ME?" A wild thought came into my head. Stupidly, I acted on it. I reached around and grabbed the knees of his jeans and yanked them down. He was standing over me in whale-patterned boxers holding his pelt in his hand. It was almost comical. Almost. He grabbed the waistband of his tattered jeans and hoisted them up. He put the belt around his waist, deciding better of himself. He pulled me up by my collar and shoved me roughly against the wall, scraping my back against the stone wall. Warmth seeped down my back. He shook me and my head cracked against the wall. Tears smarted in my eyes

"You could have avoided this pretty baby, Jerome wasn't worth this."

"He was to me." I growled. He punched me in the face, or well, He tried but,

Yeah, I ended it there, just to torture you. I'm actually kind of disappointed in you guys. You have yet to guess where Arthur Baur comes from, and no one's reviewed in forever. I'm very sad.

You can make me happier though, REVIEW.

P.S. then again maybe that won't help cuz I am kind of a downer by nature. Whatcha think?