Chapter Twelve

Disclaimer: I do not own HG characters I own all non-HG characters like Kristin Adam Steven BRandon, etc...

Note: Some things in this chapter *may* be physically graphic. SO I lied about the language, I might add it to PG-13. Tell me whatcha think when you review! Don't forget to say whether I should keep him or kick em (Brandon-meaning leave him out of the story)

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"Hey, Kristin, c'mere!" Peter called as she was slowly walking to her father's car. "Yeah?" She asked when she had jogged to him. "I don't know what's going on with you 3, but if you get hurt or anything call my office. If it's busy, here's my cell number. Please becareful, Kristin." He said. "Thanks, Peter. I will." She said, trying to be confident, but she was scared to death inside.

"Hurry up, Kristin!" Her dad called with fake cheerfulness in his voice. Kristin jogged ahead and looked behind her. Scott had walked up to Peter and they both waved. She waved a little back. When she got to the car her dad shoved her in. She looked out the window-Peter was literally holding Scott back. No doubt they had seen it. Steven climbed in the passenger seat and her dad climbed in and they were on their way.

"So, you think just because you've made friends you can be a little bitch?" Her dad demanded. "Smack her, Steven," He demanded. Steven looked behind him. All's he saw was the girl he loved more than anyone-so he slapped her-hard, to. "Oww!" She howled, and the tears were already rolling. "That school has made you a wuss! You've only been there for 4 damn days!" He screamed. "I'm s-s-sorry!" She cried, rubbing her stinging cheek. She thought of the number in her pocket. "Shut up you little whiny..." He muttered and took a big drink of beer.

It took ten minutes to get to the hotel. Then Kristin knew. They weren't going out to eat as a family. Her dad was going to beat her, leave her with Steven, Steven do his thing, Steven leave, them come back, and they both beat her. Well, she wasn't going to let that happen.

"Well here we go get out and don't say anything." Her dad siad and grabbed her by the arm and yanked her out. THey got into the hotel room and he threw her on the bed. "I saw you be reluctant you little brat. When someone asks you if you want to go with me you better say yes!" He screamed and punched her as hard as he could. She screamed in pain, it felt as if he had just thrown a brick on her eye. "Shut up!" He said, punching her in the stomach. Steven just was sitting in a chair, watching a show on ESPN, smirking. He turned her over on her stomach while she was still gasping and took off his belt. "Please, dad, no!" She cried, squirming as much as she possible could. "Steven, hold her down!" Her dad yelled. Steven reluctantly got up and trudged over to the bed. He sat down and held her down by the shoulders. Her dad slapped her with the belt as hard as he could 8 times. "Twice the number you've been away from me, twice the number you were having FUN." He growled when he got done. "I'm going to the bar. Do whatever you want, Steven. If you go out don't take her!" He said, as if her name was a dirty word.

When their dad left Kristin edged against the wall. "Miss me, kiddo?" Steven asked. "Please, Steven, no!" She cried shaking her head. To late. He already had his short off and was tearing off her shoes... (A/N: I'm NOT going to describe that, I'm so sorry I just can't do that!)

An hour later Steven was gone. Kristin was hurt and she knew her dad and Steven would be back, and God only knew what they would do together. Her back felt like it was on fire. She had old welts and now new ones and most of her bruises had been down to a greenish-purplish spot and some were gone. Her black eye was long-gone. Well, her old ones. She looked out the window-it was a Ramada Inn. All's she had to was get gone before her Dad and Steven got home. Her eyes popped open. She wasn't going to have time to leave. Her dad's car was in, and he wasn't. She heard a knock at the door.

Uh-oh...