Okay, I got reviews from nine people again, and I'm so happy, I love this chap, its definitely one of my favs. so, my reviewers-

Shorty2- thanks, I think this one is a little more intense though:)

Aliengirla- thanks for both reviews, it did give me ten separate reviews, and I doubt it has lead to where you expected:)

Kate1408- thanks, you shall find out now:)

The Butterfly Mistress- I hope I updated soon enough, LOL:)

playground456- awesome name, I love it, and here is more:)

csifan2694- just read, and you will know what happens, LOL:)

CSImadfan21- thanks, and here is my continuation:)

sargil- here is more:)

carlyisere- thanks, and I don't want it to be one of those fics, but I am letting it write itself, so I have no idea how long it will end up:)

thanks to all above, and now, please read on:)

She lay in her bed, waiting for one of them to come in, while hoping neither did. She was curled up at the foot of her bed, her old stuffed lion clutched to her heart. Just as she started to think they weren't coming, and let herself drift off, she heard her door creak open, and was wide-awake immediately. She scrambled up, and sat with her arms wrapped around her legs, which she had pulled to her chest. She squeezed as far into the corner as she could go. Her eyes were glued to the rectangle of light as it grew. As she watched it, a darker figure stepped into it. She watched as he walked closer until he was right next to her bed.

"Hey baby doll" he said. She could hear and smell the bear on his breath. "Come here baby doll, I have something special for you tonight. Come here." The 13-year-old shook her head, and pushed further into the corner.

"Come on Sara, I'm not going to hurt you. You will enjoy I, trust me" he continued. When she refused again, he growled under his breath and climbed onto the bed. He stood over her, grabbed her shoulders, and lifted her so her feet were above the bed by a good few inches.

"Bitch, you will do as I say, understand?" he asked, his friendly voice from earlier gone. Sara nodded in response, and he smiled again. "Good girl" he said, and backed up to her headboard. When there he dropped to his knees, then all the way down, successfully trapping her beneath him.

His hands started to wander, and she was fighting to keep her jeans on when her door opened again, and her mom walked in. She stared at her mom, silently begging her to stop her dad. She instead started talking about Sara being 'hers'. As soon as she found out that her mom wasn't going to help her, the voices dulled down, but she will never forget what they said. Before long her mom stormed out the room, and her dad continued.

In no time she was completely naked, and he had his pants at his ankles. A few minutes later, her mom returned and plunged something into her father. It went straight through him, and cut her skin. Her mother kept going until Sara felt him take his last breath on her skin.

He mother stepped back, pulled him off of her, and pulled his pants back up. She turned and looked at her daughter on the bad. She walked over, and using the knife handle, did the same thing to her that her husband just had done.

"Go take a shower baby. I'll deal with him" her mom told her as she climbed off of her. Sara shakily stood up and, using the walls for support, limped to the bathroom. When there, she locked the door behind her, and stood under the water until all the hot was gone. When the water was to cold to handle, she stepped out, wrapped the towel tightly around her, and raced towards her bedroom. She grabbed some cloths from her dresser, and managed to make it to the closet without looking at her now dead father. She pulled all the cloths down from the hangers and piled them on top of her. After what felt like eternity, she heard sirens outside the house.

Suddenly the scene changed. She was walking down the street in a simple, floor-length maroon dress. She could hear footsteps and drunk laughing behind her, but just ignored it. She sighed to herself, and turned into an ally to get to the house faster.

Halfway through the ally someone grabbed her from behind. She was slammed against the wall of a building. She looked at the person and saw Paul; her foster brothers' best friend. She pulled her arm away from him, and slugged him in the face. He stumbled backwards, and cursed under his breath. She took her chance to escape and started running, not even daring to look back.

She got to the end of the ally before being stopped. She ran into Joe, her foster brother, and another one of his friends. They each grabbed one of her arms and dragged her back. When they were back to where Paul was, they pulled her down and using a pocketknife, Paul split the seams of her dress, then pulled it off of her. He climbed on top of her, and her mind floated beck to THAT night. Before she knew it, Paul was climbing off of her, and Joe was climbing on, then the other boy who had dragged her back. After they had climbed on, then off of her, Paul did it again, then whispered what another sentence she didn't hear at the time, but will forever remember. They then left, leaving her in the dirt, garbage, and her pain.

After lying there for a while, she stood up, put her dress on as much as she could, and limped back to the house. When there, and climbed up the tree outside her window, and into her room. She hid her dress in the closet, grabbed a towel, and walked into the bathroom. She turned the hot water on as high as it would go, then a little cold water, just enough so she wouldn't burn herself. She stayed in the shower until her fingers were past wrinkled, and the water had lost any and all warmth. When she got out, she wrapped her towel around her as tight as possible, and walked to her room.

She put some underwear on, then grabbed a pair of flannel pajama pants, and an over sized Shamu T-shirt. She finally fell onto her bed, pulled herself into the comforting position at the foot of the bed, and drifted of to a nightmare filled sleep.

When she opened her eyes again, her mom was over her, stabbing her with the knife that had killed her father. She heard loud mumbling, and a collective sigh of relief. Her mom stopped stabbing her and Sara stood up. The front of her shirt was dripping with her blood, but she managed to turn around to see where she was. At first all she saw was black, then faces flew at her. First her father, then her mother, teenage Paul, Joe and their other friends, finally older Paul. She couldn't stop the blood-curdling scream from leaving her mouth. The scream felt deeper then any thing else she had said or hear, it felt, more real. She slammed her eyes shut as the faces returned, then opened them again, out of the fear of not knowing what was happening to her.

Everything was bright, to bright and she winced as the light hit her eyes. She looked around again, and saw them, one female, and a group of males. She started to shrink back on her, bed? As her eyes adjusted from being closed for who knows how long, she started to recognize the people, her family.

You know what happened, but did it make you happy? tell me in a review, and I shall be happy:)