A/N: This was meant to be up earlier, check my twitter if you want to see me ranting about my internet and such. I feel evil for doing this to you guys but as they say, the show must go on.

Warning: Mention of rape, shouting and arguing, mention of bruises, mention of fire, crying and more plot.

Marceline's head was pounding and throbbing, her brain protesting at her attempts to open her eyes. There was a breeze coming from somewhere, probably an open window, and she was vaguely aware that she wasn't wearing much.

She finally managed to wrench her eyes open, squinting at the sudden sunlight flooding into her vision. The room was cold and the mattress she was laying on was hard. Marceline lifted herself up, ignoring the aches and the pains, and was suddenly struck with the smell of smoke.

"A-Ash?" She croaked. There wasn't any sign of him except for the bruises that now littered her body. Must've up and left. She thought through the dazed pain in her head. The room spun as she sat up to pull her black briefs up her legs. She gathered the rest of her clothes and stumbled out into the hallway.

As she exited the building she finally found out where the smell of smoke was coming from. The nightclub had been set ablaze; Ambulances, police cars and news vans littered the street, people shouting and coughing was all Marceline could hear. One of the girls from last night was in handcuffs, glaring at the floor as a police officer noted down what she was saying.

Marceline walked on.

As soon as Marceline was inside she allowed the tears to fall, dropping onto the wooden floor as she slipped her shoes off.

"Dad?" She called weakly, shuffling down the hall into the kitchen. Her father was sat down at the table, sipping on his coffee as he read the newspaper laid out in front of him. "Dad?" She asked again, quieter this time as to not startle him.

"Where have you been all night?" He asked sternly. Marceline blinked.

"I-I... Ash attacked me and- and he..." She trailed off and clenched her eyes closed, feeling so small stood up in front of Hudson.

"Please finish your sentences, Marceline. What did Ash do?"

"He fucking raped me, you asshole." She spat, slamming her hands down on the wooden table to glare at him through her tears. Hudsons face didn't even show any sign of emotion as he glanced up at her, instead of pity there was absolutely nothing. Just a cold hard face.

And Marceline was fucking sick of it.

"Are you just going to sit there or are you going to say anything?" She all but yelled as Hudson continued to do the latter. Marceline's grip on the table tightened until her fingers grew numb and her knuckles went white. "You're not my father." She spat. "Take me to my mothers house or god forbid-" And Hudson had the nerve to laugh. To sit there and chuckle. He stood up as the laughter died away in his throat, hand coming to unbutton his suit jacket.

"I'm not taking you anywhere, Marceline... Now I do believe you're two hours late for school. Are you not?" He brushed passed her on the way into the living room and suddenly Marceline knew why Ash smelled so familiar.

He smelled like cologne and home.

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