"No! Please, Oh, God, no! Stop! I'm sorry! I'm SORRY!" I screamed, as Steve grabbed me by the hair, and slamed my face against the wall.

"Maybe THIS will teach you to come home from school on TIME!" Steve yelled, holding up a razorblade. I squirmed, trying to struggle away from Steve's grip on my hair, but he was strong. Stronger than me.

He shoved the razor into my stomach, and sliced my body open.

I woke up, screaming and crying into my pillow. I had my fist clenched around a piece of my blanket, my other hand clutching my stomach.

I opened my eyes, warily. I'm in LA...I'm in LA...not New York...nowhere near New York or Steve...I'm safe.

But the dream was so real, so vivid. I could almost FEEL the razor...it was like revisiting my past...

I slowly lifted up my shirt to reveal a scar on my stomach from a razorblade that cut open my stomach. More tears sprang to my eyes, and I whimpered into my pillow.

"Kaylee? Are you okay?" Sam whispered from across the room. I didnt know I had woken her.

"Yeah..." I whispered back. "I just had a bad dream."

"Oh...okay."

The next day, at the Palm Woods, I pulled Carlos aside to tell him about my dream.

"It was...it was so real! I felt like I was actually there...it was so terrifying. I was too scared to go back to sleep. I'm too scared to go back to sleep tonight!"

"C'mon, Kaylee, I know this must have been scary for you, but it was only a dream."

"Yeah, but I've been having them almost every night for a month. And it's always-it's always Steve...and he's..." I lowered my voice to a whisper. "I get so scared to go to sleep, Carlos. I don't want to relive that..."I brushed tears from my eyes.

"How about...how about you...sleep in my bed tonight? See if the dreams stop?" I nodded.

"O-Okay."

"Listen, I'm not gonna try anything, I just..."

"I know. And thank you so much." I hugged him, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to block out the memories.

I didn't go back to my dad's mansion that night. I snuck into 2J and crawled into Carlos' bed.

"Hi," he whispered and wrapped his arms around me, pressing me to his chest.

"Hey," I whispered into his shirt, breathing in the smell of him. "I can't believe I'm in your bed. I've never been in your bed before, and...man, I can't believe I'm in your bed!"

Carlos laughed, and I leaned back to look up at him. "I know. This is so different."

"Different good or different bad?" He smiled.

"Different good, of course."

"Oh, well, good."Carlos stroked my hair, and my eyes fluttered shut, and I smiled.

"You like it when I do that, don't you?" he asked, and I nodded.

"You stupid little bitch!" Steve screamed, picking up the toaster. "Why can't you just DO as I SAY?" He flung the toaster at me, and I ducked out of the way, but it hit me in the right shoulder, and I cried out in pain.

"Please, stop! Don't do this to me!" I screamed, clutching my bleeding shoulder, tears streaming down my face.

"Kaylee! Kaylee, wake up!" I was shaken awake, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Carlos staring at me, panic in his eyes. "Kaylee, are you okay? You were screaming..."

I broke down crying and buried my tear-stained face into Carlos' chest, and he cradled me in his arms while I cried, rocking me back and forth and whispering soothing words in my ear.

"Kaylee, shh, it's okay, it was only a dream. You're okay, you're okay, I'm here, shhh..."