A/N: Hey everyone guess what? This chapter's here early! Haha, thanks for all the reviews by the way. So, this chapter goes into detail more about Cat's past so you'll be able to understand more about what kind of background she's coming from. This should also explain many things she mentioned in earlier chapters. So, here it is. Please read and leave a review! I really wanna know what you guys think of this chapter :).

Cat's POV

I panted out of breath.

Breathe Cat. Just breathe.

I'd managed to make it to my car before anyone could reach me. I twisted the key and turned on the ignition before wiping a bead of sweat off my brow.

It's okay. You're safe now.

I resisted the urge to break down in tears again. Why was I so weak? I sighed and pulled out of the parking lot. Beck wouldn't hurt me, and I knew that, but I'm just too scared. I'm afraid to be alone with a guy in such an inclosed space. Not after what's happened to me. I've been through so much. More than you'll ever know.

I must've been spaced out for a while because next thing I knew, I'd made it home. I parked and grabbed my bookbag from the passenger seat. I looked around for my mother's car, but as usual she wasn't home. I headed inside my house and climbed the stairs up to my room. The daily routine repeated itself once more. This time sleep overcame me, and I climbed into my bed without taking off my clothes or anything. I closed my eyelids and drifted off into a deep sleep.

"Mommy!" I called. The hallway was empty and dark. An empty beer bottle rolled on the ground. I looked down at it as it stopped right by my feet. Mommy put me in my room and told me to stay there for my own safety, but I didn't listen.

"Mommy!" I called once again. There was no response. I heard banging from the other hall. Quickly, I ran down the hallway in the opposite direction as fast as my four-year old legs would let me. My nine year old brother was pounding on his bedroom door from the inside.

"Hey!" he called. "Let me out!" he pounded on the door harder. I stood up on my tippy-toes to try to reach the knob. I lifted my arm as high as I could. Just a little farther...

Suddenly a sharp pain shot through my head. I was yanked backwards by my hair. The sound of my scream peirced through my own ears as I hit the ground hard. I looked up to see the evil figure towering over me. My step-dad.

"What do you think you're fucking doing?" he yelled harsh words at me. Everything suddenly turned upside-down as he grabbed me and swung me over his shoulder. He continued to yell bad words at me that my mother said to never repeat.

"Cat!" my brother yelled from inside his bedroom door.

"Help!" I cried out. "Ian help!" I cried for my brother. Tears flowed down my cheeks. My step-dad now entered another room as I hung over his shoulder. He slammed the door and I was thrown down onto something hard. I looked around me to see where I was. The room was dimly lit, but I'm pretty sure it was my mother's bedroom. My stepfather grabbed my tiny wrists and pinned them above my head. I tried to cry out, his fist forcefully made contact with my stomach. I gasped for air and shifted the best I could trying to get out of his tight grasp. I was too weak. Tears poured down my cheeks as he dug his nails into my arms. Tiny red marks began to form where his nails broke my skin. He quickly pulled off his belt and held it up to my wrists. In one swift motion he'd tied my arms together. He pulled on the belt tightly. My wrists were being crushed. Why was he being so mean to me? Where was Mommy? Why couldn't Ian leave his room?

"Mommy! Ian!" I screamed the loudest I could.

"Shut up! Shut your fucking mouth!" He pulled me up roughly by my hair and pushed my skull against the headboard. My surroundings blurred. I whimpered quietly to myself.

"You stupid bitch!" he screamed at me. I just layed on the bed quietly and looked up at the monster who was forcing such evil upon me. I wanted to cry, but no I wasn't allowed to. I wanted to scream for help, but no that wasn't what he wanted. I wanted the pain to end, but no that wouldn't happen.

His mustache rose up as he smirked. I just stared at him afraid that even if I sucked in a breath of air, he'd push me off the bed and beat me to death. He always beat me, but it's never been this scary before.

Suddenly, I was roughly pushed into the pillows. He grabbed the bottom of my pants and slid them off me. Next was my underwear. I cried to myself. Mommy told me nobody's ever to touch me there or look at me there. She told me to scream at the top of my lungs if that ever happened, so that's what I did. I let out a loud scream that rung throughout the bedroom into the hallway. He forced a pillow over my mouth, suffocating me, and grabbed me around my neck. He began to choke me. The last thing I heard was the door bust open, and my brother screaming loudly at my stepdad before I blacked out.

I shot up in my bed screaming. Cold sweat stuck to my body. I looked around for a few seconds, but I wasn't seeing clearly. I ran out of my bed and down the hallway.

"Mom!" I screamed. "Ian! Somebody!"

By then, I'd ran to the bottom of the steps. I panted trying to catch my breath. My mother's footsteps echoed down the hallway.

"Cat? Cat, are you alright?" she asked. I still wasn't seeing clearly.

"No! No, Mom help me!" I cried. Tears streamed down my face. "He's gonna get me. He's gonna get me!" I kept repeating.

"Who are you talking about. Honey, I think you just had a bad dream." she spoke calmly. She walked over to me and hugged me trying to get me to calm down. I broke from her embrace and looked down at myself. I was still dressed in the same clothes as earlier today. Things were finally becoming clear to me. My stepdad was gone, and he wasn't coming back. He's in jail now...I'm safe. Wait no, there's still Danny...

"You haven't had a nightmare like this in years. Was it about...?" my Mom didn't even have to get the question out when I knew what she was talking about. I nodded my head.

"I-I don't know w-what caused me to dream that."

"Would it help if you spoke to your brother?"

I shook my head. I shouldn't bother him over something so childish.

"No." I caught my breath. "I'm fine now. Why are you home so early anyway?"

"I only had to work eight hours today, did you see the schedule? I'm about to put dinner on, do you have any homework?" she asked. I shook my head, no.

"Alright then." my mother said giving me one last worried glance. She turned back around and headed to the kitchen. I turned away and wrapped my arms around myself. I felt so vulnerable. Not only was I raped a few days ago, but memories from the past were coming back to life. I remember up to the age of seven I still wasn't comfortable being in my own house. That's when we moved here, and I started a new life. I knew things could never be the same again, so I made up a new personality. I acted childish and ditzy to protect myself. I did it to block out all the pain, and to gain back that innocence that was stolen from me at such a young age.

Keep it together Cat.

I had to remind myself to stop thinking about the past. If I kept dwelling on that then I'd have to go back to therapy again, and that is not what I wanted. My phone signalled a new message breaking me from my thoughts. I tapped on the screen and hit view message.

From: Beck Oliver

Hey Cat, is everything okay? I am so sorry if it seemed that I was forcing you to do something or made you feel uncomfortable earlier when you ran away from me. I'd never hurt you I promise that. But, what I wish you'd realize is that I just want to help. I know that Danny did something to you, and in your own time I'd like you to tell me. I want to get to the bottom of this, so please. Whenever you're ready just tell me the truth.

I read the message silently to myself. Tears pricked my eyes. Would I ever be able to manage someone else knowing my secrets and my weakness. Would I ever be able to get over the fear of what people thought? Would I ever truly be ready?

A/N: So there's chapter 12. Thanks for reading! Feel free to review!