Important: This story deals with mature situations and traumatic events and may be triggering to some people. That M rating is there for a reason and I am not screwing around with it.

On that note, this first chapter is the most intense of them all. This is not for the faint of heart and this is definitely not the story to start if you're not in a good place mental health wise. Be advised.

Please note that I am rewriting/finishing this story. Until I get through rewriting all the old chapters, you may find that the trasitions are jarring and/or that plot holes have been left between chapters that have been rewritten and ones I haven't gotten to yet.

I really should have seen it coming. All the signs were there, I just never thought even he could go that far. Hindsight is 20/20, I guess.

He was drunk off his ass, he always thought he should get anything he wanted, and I knew from the start that it wasn't going to be just a friendly date.

I should probably start from the beginning. Why bother telling my story at all if I'm not even going to tell the whole thing?

Dash had failed yet another test and had taken it out on Danny. He's been beaten black and blue, but he still wouldn't fight back. Danny was so much stronger than any bully around school, but he refused to use his abilities to get even with anyone. He'd tried it once and vowed to never do it again. I admired his conviction, but I wish he would at least block incoming attacks.

I ran to Danny's side, trying to assess the damage. He hadn't been sleeping lately, and it was showing. He wasn't healing like he should. I could usually see the injuries fading away, but not this time. He might have been healing faster than a normal person, but it was no where near as fast as it should have been. I wasn't even sure Danny was still conscious.

"I don't know why you care so much about a loser like him. You could do so much better," Dash sneered.

"It might be because he doesn't walk all over people and beat the shit out of someone just because he failed a stupid test," I shot back.

"A real man would fight back."

"A real man would know he doesn't deserve any of the shit you do. He hasn't even done anything to you."

"He gets your attention." Dash smirked. I caught his eyes roaming up and down my body. as I turned to look at him. He was looking at me like a piece of meat he couldn't wait to devour. I shuddered. I had gotten plenty of looks like that over the last couple years, but the ones I got from him always unnerved me.

"Why the hell do you want my attention?" I already knew, but a part of me needed to hear him say it.

"You're a bit of a goth freak Manson, but you rival Paulina for the title of hottest girl in school." He paused for a moment, deep in what little thought he was capable of. "I'll make you a deal. Go on one date with me and I'll leave your loser boyfriend alone."

He just wanted the bragging rights. More boys than I could count had tried to get in my pants, but none of them had even gotten as far as getting a phone number. I knew there was a running bet about who would get me to crack first.

"Why would you even want that?" I asked. I was thinking about it. There were so many things I couldn't protect Danny from. I couldn't think of a worse night than a date with Dash, but getting my best friend permanently off Dash's shit list might be worth it.

"You're weird and you want nothing to do with popularity or the A-List, but no striaght guy can deny how hot you've gotten in the past year. Besides, being the first one to get a date with you will help keep my status as the king of the A-List secure."

I wished I could deny it. Ghost hunting had tones my muscles and my boobs finally reached a respectable size last year. I made the mistake of letting my mother see just how poorly my old clothes fit and she had purged my whole wardrobe. She spent the day dragging me around from store to store to find things that were appropriate for my womanly form. I didn't have loose clothing amymore. Mother had declared that it wasn't appropriate for a young woman from such a high class family to be waltzing around in such poorly fitting clothes.

I had never wanted to get attention from all the boys, but she made sure I had nothing left to hide my figure and I hated it with a burning passion.

If I was going to get all this attention anyway, I might as well use it to help Danny.

I clenched my teeth. "One date. You show up at 7 and you pay for whatever the hell you have planned. If you so much as look at Danny the wrong way between now and Friday, the deal is off. If you break your agreement I will destroy you. I do not fucking care how much time and money it takes, I will ruin your life with no questions asked. Understand?"

Dash held out his hand, an evil smile on his face. "It's a deal, Manson." I shook his hand and he walked away.

"What was that? Do I need to kick his ass?" Danny had managed to sit up, leaning up against the lockers. His bruises seemed to be getting worse. He wouldn't be able to hide this from his parents. Once he healed, he'd have to use some make-up and pretend his bruises were still there.

"You don't need to do that, though I would love to know how you planned to kick his ass with the state you're in."

"I could do it!" Danny protested.

"Seriously? Even the Box Ghost would give you trouble right now."

"Do I really look that bad?"

"Yes." I pulled out a compact mirror and let him look himself over. "When was the last time you slept?"

Danny shrugged. "It's probably been a week since I got more than an hour at a time. I guess it's finally catching up to me."

"Yeah, I'd say it's catching up with you. Danny, you're half-ghost, not invincible. You have to take care of yourself! You can't be pulling stupid stunts like this!"

"Says the girl who apparently has a date with Dash Baxter. Why would you do that? You can do whatever you want but he is probably the worst person in the world for anyone to date. Even Paulina got tired of his shit after a while."

I shrugged. "He said he'd leave you alone."

"You don't have to protect me, Sam. I can take care of myself."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, really? Then try standing up on your own."

Danny put in a valiant effort and there for a minute I really thought he might just be stubborn enough to pull it off. He managed to get on feet, but as soon as he stopped leaning on the lockers he fell right back down.

"Point taken," he grumbled. "I don't even know how I'm going to get home."

I sat down next to him. "Tucker is probably already looking for us. You can lean on us for support and we'll get you to bed. As long as you can stay awake until then, we'll be fine."

"Thanks. I don't know what I would do without you guys." He sighed. "So, a date with Dash. Wonder what that will look like."

"Hell," I said simply.

Danny laughed. "I'm imagining Dash showing off how far he can kick a puppy."

I honestly would have preferred that to what actually happened.

When I finally got home and told mother the news, she was absolutely ecstatic. I was finally going on a date with a boy from an acceptable family instead of hanging around my usual "street trash." I only told her about the date, she didn't need to know that I would never have a second date with Dash. She spent the next few days telling me about how happy she was that I was finally making good life choices and going over first date etiquette. I got the sex talk more times than any teenager could need it and as I was getting ready for my date from hell, I found a box of condoms sitting on the bathroom counter. Apparently, teenage sex was only bad if it was with a boy from a lower class family or if I got pregnant. She even left a note on the box that read 'For your third date.'

It figures that this date would be the first time in my entire life that my mother whole heartedly supported me. Status and appearances meant everything to her and the Baxters were one of the few families she actually approved of. I honestly think mother expected me to marry Dash just because of the family he came from.

Dash showed up at seven on the dot, and the date from hell began. Mother had a slight scowl on her face when she called me to the door, and once I left I house I knew why. Dash reeked of alcohol. He couldn't really walk straight and he wasn't making a whole lot of sense. At least he had a small limo instead of trying to drive us around himself.

I heard him mention something about bowling as I counted the empty beer cans thrown on the floor. There were five down there and Dash had number six in his hand.

Everytime he looked at me, there was a lustful look in his eye. It was unnerving to the point that I didn't even want to walk on front of him knowing he'd have just as much fun looking at my backside. At least if I stayed beside him I could keep an eye on him and it'd be harder for him to surprise me.

As we sat in the car, he rambled on and on about how much fun he was going to have tonight. He put his hand on my knee and I swatted it away. His hand moved to my thigh and I suddenly hated the skirt mother made me wear. She insisted that I look like a lady on my first real date. It came to my knees, but Dash didn't seem to care about any cloth in his way. The second time I swatted his hand away, he tried pushing the skirt up a little so he could touch my bare skin.

I punched him in the groin. "Don't fucking touch me," I hissed. I wanted to leave, but I was trapped. My phone was at home. Mother didn't want anything distracting me on this date. She assured me several times that if I really needed to call someone, I could use the phone at whatever place we went to. All I had in my purse was my card, my house keys, and a little pager Danny made me carry for emergencies. Thank god mother didn't know about it. That pager was my only life line if shit hit the fan. Dash kept his hands to himself after that, so I didn't think it qualified as an emergency yet. All I had to do was hit one button, and I should have done it.

When we arrived at the bowling alley, I followed Dash out of the car and it sped off as soon as the doors were closed. I started walking towards the front doors, but Dash grabbed my arm and insisted he wanted to show me something first. I couldn't pull away from him and he sure as hell wasn't listening to my objections.

Warning sirens were going off in my head. I should have hit the button to call Danny then, but I didn't want to believe things were going where I thought they were. I had so many chances to hit that damn button, but I ignored my gut and didn't do it.

He dragged me down the ally behind the building. "This is my favorite make-out spot," he said. "It's nice and private, there's a huge blind spot in the security cameras, and the noises inside are so loud no one can hear a thing that's happening out here."

I finally decided to listen to my gut. I dove my hand into my purse, rooting around for the pager. My hand was shaking and I couldn't think straight. I finally got a grip on the pager and tried to hit the button, but Dash pulled my purse away. He broke the strap and threw it down the ally as he pinned me against the wall.

I lost my grip on that little life line and I never felt the button click before it let go of it.

I knew I probabably didn't get that SOS signal out to Danny. I was trapped, with no way out. Dash was a foot taller and 100 pounds heavier than me. I knew this probably wasn't a fight I could win.

Dash leaned in close to my ear. "That's better, isn't it? We don't want anything distracting us while we have a little fun."

"Get off me!" I shouted. I tried to bring my knee up for another crotch shot, but I was too slow. He had my hands pinned above my head in one hand, and used the other push my knee back back.

"Now why would I do that? You've been taunting me with that sexy body of yours all year and now you're finally mine. I think we should mark the occaision."

"I don't belong to you or anyone else. Let go of me."

"Don't be shy. We both know that no one can say no to me."

I honestly don't know if he had planned this from the start or if he was only doing it because he was drunk. I never thought that Dash could go this far, but I also never bothered getting to know him.

He grabbed at my shirt and ripped it off me, shoving the torn fabric in my mouth. His free hand pushed my bra up and started grabbing at my breast. Every move I made to try to free myself seemed to excite him more. He pushed his hips against me and I felt how hard he was as his hand squeezed my breast hard enough to leave a bruise.

I couldn't get my fucking shirt out of my mouth to scream. Everytime I came close, he pushed it right back into place. I could hardly get a sound out and that's how he wanted it to stay. I was strong, but he was stronger.

When his hand finally let go of my breast, I felt a temporary wave of relief go through me until I felt him pushing my skirt up.

"Aren't we having fun?" He bit at my neck and I squirmed, trying to break free. "Someone's excited. I know this may be your first time, so I'll try to be gentle." My first time. I didn't even want to think about it. This was not the way I should have lost my innocence.

His fingers pushed my underwear to the side and I froze in place as I felt him start to explore. He pushed one finger into me, then another, slowly pumping them in and out a few times before pulling them out again.

He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down. He brought one of my hands down. "Why should I get to have all the fun?" He wrapped my hand around his member, and moved it back and forth, stroking him.

Dash put my hand back above my head and leaned in close to my ear again. "It's time for the main event, Sammy. I hope you're ready," he said, as he twisted my nipple.

Tears ran down my face as I felt him grab my ass and then pull my leg up around his waist. I felt his cock rubbing against me for a moment as he positioned himself. As soon as he found the hole, he thrust in hard and I cried out in pain.

He growled. "That's it, baby. Let me hear all your sexy noises. That's how I know you're enjoying yourself."

I could feel every inch of him moving inside me and there was nothing I could do to stop it. He started to speed up and dropped my hands. He grabbed my ass and I screamed when he shoved a finger up my ass. He pulled it back out and pushed me to the ground.

Dash threw my legs over his shouders and started thrusting into me again. I stared up at the sky, praying for a miracle as Dash started moving faster and I felt his muscles start to tense.

As Dash told me he was close, I saw the most beautiful ghost fight in the sky above me. Maybe I could have a small mercy. Maybe he could get here before Dash finished. I got my hand free just long enough to pull my shirt out of my mouth.

"DANNY!" I screamed as loud as I possibly could.

A white light sped towards me. He heard me. Right as he got close enough for me to see his face, Dash made one final thrust, tensed up and relaxed. Danny didn't make it in time, but at least this nightnare was coming to an end.

I cried out as Danny pulled Dash off me. I brought my knees to my chest, curling up in a ball. I barely registered Danny beating Dash to a pulp. Dash was unconcious by the time I looked over to the fight. There was a flash of light and Danny dropped him to the ground, grabbed my broken purse and ran over to me.

"It's okay now, Sam. I'm here." Danny pulled his shirt off and handed it to me. I took it, grateful to be able to cover myself up. Danny hugged me as I sat there crying. I could feel the evidence of what Dash had done dripping out of me.

My brain was still trying to process what had just happened. Dash had always been fucked up, but I never thought he would be capable of that. He... he actually raped me. I expected a date from hell, but I didn't expect him to break me.

I don't know what else Dash would have done to me, but I know that was the night I was broken and that was the first time Danny saved me.

I cried, curled up in a little ball for what seemed like an eternity before Danny asked where I wanted to go.

"Your house, please," I begged him between sobs. Danny was my safety and I didn't want to be seperated from that.

I knew it was coming, but I still tensed up when Danny picked me up to fly me home. He carried me inside and set me on the bed. I wrapped myself up in his blanket and took off the clothes I'd been wearing when it happened, leaving only Danny's shirt. It left me feeling much more exposed, but it was better than wearing that damn skirt any longer.

I flung my old clothes across the room. I didn't know they were salvageable, but even if they could be repaired I never wanted to see them again.

Dash raped me in our junior year of highschool. That bastard broke me and left me living in my own personal hell for far longer than I thought possible.

Alright, as I said before, I am rewriting this before I finally finish it. I know that was pretty intense for a first chapter, but the good news is that will be the most horrifying thing in this story. I promise.

I am going to do my best to make sure the rewritten chapters hit the same plot points as the original ones so if you get ahead of me, you shouldn't run into any spoilers. I don't really know how often I'll be updating or how long the rewrites will take. I know exactly where this story is heading though, so it will get finished this time around. I will finish this story before I turn 25. This was probably one of the best plot-lines I ever came up with and I am going to see it through.

Invisible One