Chapter Thirteen

Kristin walked outside, her hands in her pockets, extremely mad and started walking towards the woods to relax. "I'll just a get a damn knife. That'll show him." She told herself. "Talking to yourself isn't a good way to get guys, sister." Steven said, making Kristin jump. "Wh-what do you want?" She asked. "To do what we were suppose to do yesterday night," he told her, grabbed her should and looked around. No one was outside-it was extremely cold. He shoved her into the woods.

"You know? You're really pretty, bitch!" He said and slapped her. "Please, Steven!" She cried, trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. He grabbed her arm. "Now say you love me, bitch," he said and kissed her. "No!" She said, trying to push him away. "Hey, girl!" He said softly. He tried to kiss her again. "No Steven!" She said, trying to squirm away from his grasp. He put his hand on her chest. "No!" She screamed, now trying to fight away from him. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close to him, rubbing her back. "Stop!" She cried and he laughed and kiss her again.

After that he took off her shirt. Five minutes later he took off his belt and started to hit her again. Finally, he stopped. "Now you tell anybody and you know what will happen." He told her and walked out of the woods.

Kristin sat on a log, sobbing. She turned behing her when she had crunching leaves. "Hey! WE've gotta stop meeting like this, huh?" It was Peter. SHe dried her eyes quickly. "What do you want?" She asked. "Nothing, just wanted to make sure you're okay." He said, sitting next to her. "Oh so I punch a person and all of a sudden I'm crazy?" She asked. "Uh, no, I just saw you go into the woods with Ste-" Kristin hated that name. She shuddered at the thought of his touch.

"So?" She demanded. "So? I just wanted to make sure you were alright." "Yeah well I'm fine." She said and got up and started walking towards the school. Peter walked up to her and put his arm around her but she jumped out.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Peter asked her. "YES!" She screamed. "If you're okay let me see you're back. And where'd you get that bruise on your cheek?" "I fell." SHe lied. "Kristin, you let me see your back before, is it worse?" She shrugged; she really didn't know.

"Can I see?" Peter asked gently. SHe shrugged again. "Ouch. You fell?" He asked in disbelief. No welts, but the bruises had made her back black, purple and blue. "No duh." She yelled, ready to take off again.

"Why don't you go to your dorm? And if you make one mark with anything on yourself you'll be-" "Oh my gosh, trouble! Wow! What are ya gonna do? Punch me?" She spat, walking towards the dorm.

Peter stared at her in disbelief. Where had his sweet little daughter gone?