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A/N: Okay, this chapter is pretty graphic. If you're offended by sexual content, among other things, don't read.

Gordo reached Lizzie's room. He could hear her screaming and crying through the closed door. He knocked softly, but there was no answer. He continued, but still... nothing. After minutes of persistant banging and calling her name through the door, a chaperone appeared.

"Son! Son!" The chaperone yelled over his intense knocking. Finally, Gordo heard her, and looked to his side. "You need to leave, or I'll have to write you up for this. You should be in bed. GO!" Gordo looked at her, and then back at the closed door, just hoping that it would open any second. But nothing. No more sounds, no more crying... just silence. Deafening silence.

He slowly nodded, and walked with his head down back to the elevator.

The next day, Gordo woke up to Mark and Johnathan standing over his bed. Gordo glanced at them, still half asleep, then at his clock.

"6:42? Guys... come on. Leave me alone, I'm going back to bed." Gordo rolled over on his side, his back to his friends.

"Dude, you might not want to do that." Mark hesitantly said. Gordo rolled back over. A streak of worry went through his body.

"Why?"

"Lizzie's gone. She called her parents and caught a flight back to California this morning."

"WHAT?" Gordo jumped out of bed, putting his jeans on.

"Sorry, man."

Gordo ran to her chaperones room. "Why did Lizzie go?" He was panting as he ran in the door.

"Gordo, you know I'm not going to disclose that."

"Fine! I'm going home too!"

"You can't go home. You're parents aren't there. We can't leave you alone with no supervision." The chaperone had already received a call from his parents before the trip saying that they would be on vacation. Gordo knew it too, but he had to try.

He realized that he wasn't leaving. He sulked in his hotel room for the rest of the day while everyone else went out sight seeing. Jonathan and Mark decided to give him his space that night.

They had been gone for a while to go get something to eat. Gordo was sitting alone in his room- drinking and drinking. He decided to go get some more ice to go with the quarter of a bottle of Jack Daniels that he had left. He left the door cracked since it was only down the hall.

When he returned, he found Stacey in his doorway, blocking the entrance from the inside.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Gordo was infuriated! He shoved her arm aside to get past her.

"Gordo, don't be this way." She said in a baby sounding voice. She closed the door behind them, and slowly approached him. Stacey was wearing a white long, flowing dress that looked more like a neglagae. Gordo stood by the night stand still holding the ice container with his eyes tightly shut trying to supress his anger. It wasn't working.

Stacey stood right in front of him, caressing his hand with hers, as she slowly slid the ice container out of his hands. His jawline was tense. He grabbed it back.

"What's wrong, baby?" Stacey asked, not expecting an answer. "I mean..." She giggled, "It's not like you have a girlfriend anymore." She said unsympathetically, not at all sorry for what she had done.

"No, not anymore. Thanks to you!" She giggled again at the thought of her evil accomplishment. This just made him even more upset.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Gordo was outraged now, but Stacey only laughed at him. Gordo made a quick gesture towards her. "STAY AWAY FROM US!"

"Baby, incase you haven't noticed...there is no 'us' anymore. You and Lizzia are over. Done. Finished. Get over her!" She touched his face.

Gordo grabbed her by her wrists and shoved her hard up against the wall. She was startled. He kissed her so hard she cut the inside of her lip on her tooth. "Is THIS what you wanted?" Before she had time to answer he threw her on the bed. She tried to sit up, but he pounced on her, screaming in her face as he held her wrists tightly to the bed. She struggled to get up, but he put all of his body weight on hers. She could barely breathe at this point.

He hit her several times across her face, and continued pushing himself on her, forcing the air out of her body. She was wimpering, and trying to talk, but his lips hushed hers. He couldn't think of anything but hurting her, badly, like she hurt him.

Gordo tore the beautiful white dress nearly in half. While holding both of her hands in his, he ripped off his jeans. He flipped her over on her stomach, and forced himself into her, holding her head into the pillow the entire time.

After a minute or so, she stopped moving. When he turned her back over, he realized she wasn't breathing anymore.

A/N: alright, pretty graphic, but what do you think?