Thanks for the reviews! Sorry I haven't updated in a couple days, but school really sux...I hate you school.

Disclaimer: Still don't own Digimon :( Winces in pain as my dreams are crushed ):

So, this chaper is a little different from the first two-part chapter I, but it's just as good. No sex in this scene, but lots of blood and innuendo. Don't worry, that will all be put into one chapter together someday!

Chapter II

IZZY

I woke up in pain, and the carpeting was stained with blood…my blood.

I was able to weekly pull my limp carcass off the floor, and found a mirror to find the damage that had been done to my body.

Not only did I have two black eyes, but also a cut lip, torn up right arm and leg, and black and blue marks all over my flat-unmuscular chest.

I hate you Dad for doing this to me!

But it hadn't been the first time.

When my mother was still alive, my father would abuse her in every way possible, not only physically, but also sexually and mentally. My mom was told that after she had me, she couldn't have any more kids, or else she would die because she was too weak. Well, not only my dad make sure that she got pregnant again, but he raped her every single night. I could hear them in the room across the hall, my father screaming stuff like, "You're a good-for nothing bitch," as I heard her scream.

A year ago, he killed my mom.

There was no evidence that it could have been him, but I knew that people didn't accidentally fall down three flights of stairs, crack open their head on what was said to be a friendly bang into the banister, and fall onto the marble floor, braking almost every bone in their body…it just didn't happen.

My dad was a murderer, and I was the only one who knew.

After Mom died, Dad slowly began taking his anger out on me. Many times, he'd take his hairy, muscular hands, and hurt me with them in every way possible. He punched me, strangled me, and spanked me. But this time was the worst.

My body looked worse than it ever had before.

I always ended up with the bruises, black eyes, and cut lips, but never before had my arm and leg been so mutilated. I didn't know what to do. If I called the police, Dad would hear the sirens and then kill me before they got inside, for either way he'd go to prison for life.

Wait! I could just call up a friend! They come over every day anyway!

And I knew just who to call.

I picked up the receiver, and dialed seven numbers that had been memorized in my brain since the day I met the person on the other end of the phone…my one true love…Mimi.

"Hello," she said, in her beautiful, flirtatious voice.

"Mimi? Mimi I need you to come over here right now! Don't ask any questions, and if my dad sees you, don't tell him that I called. Oh, and bring a rag and a bar of soap. I know that sounds weird, but please just do it."

"But Izzy, why…?

"Just do it. My life depends on it."

Mimi gasped, and then answered quickly, "I'll be over in a minute."

I put down the receiver, and fell on my bed. How could this have happened…again? I felt over every inch of my body, feeling his harsh hands beating me once again…

"Izzy?" I heard a voice ask. "Is that you?"

"Mimi?"

"Izzy! What happened to you? You look…terrible." Her confused look changed to one of utter disgust and horror as I saw her tying up her luscious brown hair into a ponytail.

"Mimi, I need your help. Every other time this happened, I was able to clean myself up, but it's never been this bad before."

"Izzy, who did this to you?"

"My…my…my dad," I stuttered

"Izzy, we have to go to the police!"

"No, Mimi, I'll be fine. I just need you to help me with my cuts and bruises."

"Dish rag and a bar of soap my ass!" she yelled. "You need real medical attention."

"Just help me!" I answered. "My dad will wake up any minute, and then he'll see you and try to beat up on you too. Just, help me quickly, and then go."

She looked into my eyes for a second, and then nodded her head in agreement. Mimi went into the bathroom, and then came back with the dishrag she had brought with her, wet and soapy. It stung when she washed out the deep cuts on my arm and leg, but I tried not to let her see my pain. Mimi had to think that I was strong, or else I would never get her as my own. She took band-aids out of her purse, which had been known to house everything possible, and placed them all over my body. I was feeling a little better now…a little…

"I'm gonna go get some ice for your eye," she said.

"No, don't worry about it, I can do it later."

"If you say so."

"Can you just help me clean off the carpet? There's blood everywhere!"

I got out two towels from the bathroom and we scrubbed the floor, and damn was it hard! Who ever thought that getting blood out of the carpeting would be so difficult.

"This is hopeless," Mimi said. "But I think I've got something that can help." She opened up her enormous purse again and pulled out a can of hairspray and some nail polish remover. Great! Superficial Mimi is going to do her hair and nails! I love her, but sometimes she scares me.

Mimi sprayed a thick layer of hairspray over the blood, and then covered it with nail polish remover. "What are you doing?" I yelled as loud as I could, without waking up my dad.

"Grandma said that this gets everything out of anything." She waited for a few seconds, and then scrubbed off the layer of cosmetics. Damn, she was right. It worked.

A very small patch of dry blood, almost invisible to the eye, was the only thing left on my floor.

"Mimi, I can't thank you enough. You really came through for me."

"Really," she answered, "it was nothing at all. I'm glad that you called me. Now, you really need to get some rest. I'm sure you didn't sleep peacefully last night."

I smiled; I knew that I could count on Mimi.

Okay, like I said-different. This chapter is going to be in two parts too, so don't think I made a sucky ending to it. The same characters will be featured in the second part of this chapter-along with Joe-and then in chapter three we'll go back to see Tai's date with Sora. Please review! Thanx!