"Last day of the rest of my life

I wish I would've known

Cause I didn't kiss my mama goodbye"

P.O.D. (Youth of the Nation)

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"Now if I simplify the left hand side, moving the tangent over here and adding this. THERE! Right hand side equals left hand side and done!"

It was late but not for the high school student, Lavie M. Woods who was working on the advance math assignment given to her to do over the summer holidays. Although these trigonometry identities weren't something taught until grade twelve, this soon-to-be grade eleven student was studding ahead like she always tended to do. It seemed like her best friend was a text book, which explained why she always got the highest mark in every class and was expected to get every scholarship out there.

Looking at the next identity problem, moving her left hand into an open bag of 'all dressed' potato chips and pulling one out, this night seemed like every other night for her. Lavie's mom was in the next room fast asleep and her dad could be found in the church, preparing for next Sunday's sermon. Although many kids she went to school with found it odd that her house was connected to the church her father ministers, she never thought once that it was strange and soon realized that it all boils down to what you were used to.

Popping the chip in her mouth she stretched and chewed the chip before moving one of her dark brown, near black, hairs out of her eyes and getting back to work. She loved long hair but did hate the fact on how it always fell in front of her face. Looking back to her studies, it was completely silent except for the sound of the rain hitting her bedroom window and the occasional crack of distant thunder. There was something about thunderstorms Lavie just loved and as she wrote down the next problem, she was unaware that at the large wooden doors of the church stood four teenage boys with evil intentions.

The boys, ranging in age from sixteen to twenty one, were soaked by the rain yet not one of them seemed to be bothered by it. Holding steel baseball bats, crowbars and machetes, the leader of this small gang moved slowly to the door and briskly knocked on the wooden doors. "I'll be right there," A voice called out and the boys looked back at each other with cruel smirks, all had a vicious look in their red eyes. As the large door opened, the four attackers prepared to lunge like a predator on it's prey. It was time to teach this old man respect, it was time to get revenge.

Unsuspecting of the danger he was in, the man rose a brow as he looked out to the darkness and at the boys, "what?" he questioned when his eyes caught sight of their weapons, confused in the situation. Soon after he gathered his wits and darted away from the door, knowing it was hopeless to try and over power them by closing the door. Instead the minister desperately ran for the telephone at the back of the church, he must get help and quick.

"Look-e-here, we found our selves a lil' church mouse," Spoke the smallest of the group, hitting the steal bat against his left hand in a threading motion as he made his way towards the man. The leader folded his arms and chuckled at this, the boys weren't in any rush and if anything loved to torment their victims mentally before they delivered the physical torture.

One of the more muscular teens of the group, a man with dark brown skin and a crowbar in his hand corrected the small teen, "More like a church RAT, ta me." He spat towards the minister, growling enough to show his long pointed canines. Unlike the others, he didn't have the same enjoyment from watching people squirm in mental anguish as he preferred causing physical pain more then anything.

Holding a machete and staying silent, the final boy looked at his leader with a confident ready expression but unlike the other boys, he didn't feel it necessary to speak. It wasn't like he couldn't speak, it was just he never liked speaking in loud announcing tones like the others tended to be.

"Connor," The frightened minister shouted into the phone as he heard his friend pick up on the other end with a sleepy hello, "I'm being attacked at home, it's them! It's th," Pain surged though his body as his leg gave out from under him, forcing him to hit the wooden floor with a large thump. Yelling in great pain and holding his injured leg he looked at the darker skinned teenager, who cheerfully grinned back preparing to take another swing with his baseball bat.

Throbbing, there was little doubt in the man's mind that his leg was broken as he looked up and quickly moved his hands to his head to provide some protection to his face as the baseball bat came down once more. A sickening crack echoed though the church, then another followed soon after and many more after that. All four now gathered around the blood covered, curled up figure as they all kicked and beat the man. Sounds of painful yelling, laughter and of bones being broken moved though the halls of the church and soon into Lavie's room.

Confused by the noise at first, she got up from her desk and slowly opened the door with great care. Leaning out into the hallway and following the sound down the hall, she started to realize what it was. Not understanding why she was hearing such horrible sounds, the teenage girl tried to justify them as someone leaving the television on too loud as she continued to investigate the noise.

She was so thankful when the haunting sounds stopped but soon she wished it hadn't as the eerie silence that followed was far worse. The noise led her to the church and carefully peering around the door frame, she caught sight of the four boys gathered around a bloody mess. At first she couldn't recognized what they were looking at, what was in the middle of them but soon she realized that the moaning pile of blood was her father.

Terrified and angered, she had little time to think clearly as she immediately grabbed the closest blunt object near her. Holding the long iron candle stand she ran at the group, hitting the smallest teen to the floor with one mighty surprise blow with the stand. She then swung it around to hit the leader but quicker then she could see, he rose his hand and caught the weapon in mid swing. He didn't even flinch as he brought it to a dead stop, something Lavie had never seen in her life.

"Hey there little tigeress, you're going to poke an eye out swinging this around thang," His red eyes locked with her green ones as a dirty smirk formed on his mouth. Shivers ran up the girl's spine as she tried to fight the stand out of his hand with no luck, finally giving up on it she pushed it towards the leader and started to dash back towards the door. Before she got close, the silent teen slammed it shut and blocked her way out.

Throwing down the iron stand with a loud clang, the teenage boy moved closer to Lavie with nothing but evil intentions in his mind. Stepping over the semi-conscious form of her dad, he chuckled in amusement to himself and acted like he was thinking deeply about something. She tried to sprint away but the darker skinned teen quickly stopped her and between the three teens she ended up cornered against a wall.

"That fuckin' bitch, I'm goina to fuck her extra rough for that!" The small one yelled as he rose to his feet, rubbing his sore jaw and wiping the blood that slowly trickled from his nose. Rushing over towards her he paused in rage when the leader lazy lifted his hand to silently command him to stop moving. With a grumble the small teen demanded, "What! It's only fair I get to bang'er first after how she bang me!"

These words terrified her to death, they terrified her to a place worse then death. Quickly looking for a way to escape she prayed for her father getting up and fighting them off, making it better. As she looked at his horribly beaten figure on the ground though, she realized quickly that it wasn't likely to happen. But this can't happen, no they probably don't mean what she thought they meant. As there must be some humanity, some conscious left in these men.

The leader just stood there, his eyes not once left Lavie's as his hand stayed up as a constant reminder of how he didn't want anyone to move closer to her. Only he came closer, with long strides and a swaying motion to his movement. "Now come on, something this pretty doesn't belong among the foul ranks of the dammed." He stated in a simple matter, talking about the girl like she was some sort of prized flower or favorite painting rather than a person. "Anyway, virgin blood always tastes better. Wouldn't you agree old man?"

The last part was spoken louder, to rub the fact into the face of Lavie's father. He stirred slightly at those words, groaning in pain as he spat out a mouth full of blood and a few teeth. "Leave," he started, his voice so weak it could be barely heard. Having a problem catching his breath, it was obvious he was in great pain yet still struggled to speak, "her, alone." Speaking more then one word was almost too difficult but trying to push past the pain and taking another breath he added, "your, fights with me."

"Oh?" the leader spoke, glancing over at the man before chuckling, "you're quite right. It is with you, so I guess it's appropriate that we let you watch. It's a good show, a double feature to be precise. First we'll turn her and then we'll fuck her. Don't worry though as this is all thanks to you really, you and that I.D.D.T.U." This was too much fun for him and so as the teenager moved over to Lavie, he reached over to grab her. She struggled in his grip but this only made him hold on to her tighter, so tight she gave a little cry in pain.

Desperately trying to escape with no luck, her eyes started to water in fear of what will happen. The leader dragged her in front of her father and he held her from behind. With one arm rapped around her stomach while the other grabbed onto her hair, he gave out a cruel laughter before pulling her hair and exposing her neck. Lavie had no clue what was going on but soon a sharp pain was felt on her neck, followed by a cold numbing. Trying to fight back she slowly felt herself loosing control of her moments and finally she just laid limp in his arms, paralyzed and eventually loosing conscious.

As everything was going dark a loud gun shot could be heard, followed by the teenagers swearing and yelling. Feeling herself being dropped on the ground next to her father, she struggled to keep awake but she was tired and just wanted to sleep. The last image Lavie Mary Woods saw before everything disappeared what her father, the horrified look on his face and the love they once had.

That was the last time she ever saw her father again.