A/N- Well it has been awhile hasn't it? Well this one was difficult to write. It took me a few times to make it not sound lamer then hell. So I hope you enjoy it. Read and review people.

Oh FYI I don't own Degrassi, The Postal Service, The Flaming Lips, or Shiny Toy Guns. Anything else you may want to sue me for is pure coincedince.

I left Ashley's house around 9:30 that night. I saw the cops watching some portable TV they had in their squad car. And they wonder why people are being raped in alleyways? I sighed and slipped on a beanie I had in my jacket pocket. I ran my fingers through my hair so it didn't get entangled in the hood. I began to walk, and the cops noticed I was leaving, they slowly began following me. They seemed to be closer than were this morning, I think it was because of the dark. I heard something in the bushes beside me and I quickly spun around. The car came to a screech and the doors flew open.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" the cops asked frantic.

I looked at them, calmer, I don't know why I was on edge, I just was.

I nodded my head, "Yeah, I just, thought I heard somethnig..."

I began to walk some more and they quickly began to follow once more until I was on my front steps. I waved to them as they slowly turned around and parked across the street. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. I slipped off the beanie and my jacket, placing them on the hook beside the stairs. I looked around my dark house, feeling for the light switch. "Mom?" I semi-shouted. I found the lightswitch and began to turn on the lights in the house, it was so creepy dark.

There was a note on the kitchen table,

"Eleanor.
At a meeting, you know how I have to go.
I'm sorry I couldn't stay in especially now.
I hope you understand.
Theres money on the counter for take-out, get whatever you like.

Love, Mom.

P.S. I should be home around midnight, some of the members and I are seeing a movie after the meeting."

Go figure, I knew she had to go to a meeting, but now? I really do want her to get completely better, but now? I crumpled the note and tossed it in the trash. I found the monety, and picked up the phone dialing for some Thai food. I ordered my Thai food and fell back onto the couch, turning the TV to a made-for-TV movie on Lifetime. I don't know why I watched them. The doorbell rang somewhere between the murdering husbands return for the kids, and the cops storming into the house chasing him. I got up and grabbed the money from the cofee table where I had placed it. I opened the door and suddenly felt something hit my face with immense force. Everything went black. When I came to what seemed like 30 seconds later, I could felt blood seep from my nose running down my throat. I gagged and began to cough, shaking my head trying to see through the blur of blood and searing pain that now surged from my head. It was at that point where I felt myself being dragged across the floor.

I rubbed the blood off my face, hazily trying to grab ahold of something. What the hell just happened? What's going on? Where's the Thai food? I grabbed the edge of the rug on our living room floor. It slipped from my grip and I felt myself being lifted up. I was sitting up on the floor now still confused. I blinked until my vision became clear again. I was rocking, still woozy from the original hit. It felt like I had been drugged, like I was in some horrible movie.

"So, you talked to Ashley." I heard his voice and wanted to kill him, but I couldn't move.

"Hows the hit feeling? I hit you pretty hard. Smacked your head on the ground when you fell. Hurts? That's how it feels when you find out your girlfriends fucking someone else." He was close to my face now breathing, his breath was horrible, but he was sober. No alcohal traced his lips when he sloppy placed them on mine.

I pushed him away, finally able to move. I went to get up but he pushed me down again.

"You know, Ashley was so good. Especailly in the dirt, when she was screaming." He laughed.

"You sonofabitch!" I spat in his face.
"But I never got to have you Ellie, maybe tonight you'll be mine." My eyes widened, he wasn't going to do this to me.

I kicked his leg and got up running to the stairs. He yelped and grabbed his newly bruised shin."You bitch!" He began to limp/run up the stairs after me, he got my leg and pulled me down. We were face to face now, I knew I couldn 't get away. He dragged me up the stairs, I began to sob. "Sean, please, stop it, I'm sorry I hurt you you don't have to do this..." I was crying so much.

He held on tight while I tried to grab something. I clwaed at the floor looking for some sort of support. The adrenaline kicked in and I could hear the police slamming on the door. I shoved him off of me and screamed so loud I think I broke my neighbors window.

He grabbed me again, and I began to flail and kick, profanities escaping my mouth, "Get off of me! Get the fuck off of me! You aren't touching me you piece of trailer trash shit!" I wasn't about to lie down and let this happen. I kicked him in the groin and he stood back in pain, I wiped away my tears and ran to the top of the stairs. He blocked the door. I now wondered why I couldn't feel my furniture while I was aimlessly reaching out to grab things while I dragged across my living room floor. He placed them all convientiantly in front of the door. I heard him stomp to his feet and I ran down the stairs, looking beind me I began to tear away at the furniture that was stacked against the door. I felt him grab my bad shoulder and squeeze. I gasped and began to yelp, still hearing the police argue, slam, and shove against the door. Their walkie talkies calling for back-up in the distance, Sean squeezed my shoulder, the wound that had been neatly stitched was now ripped open. I felt my shoulder get warm with fresh blood that was now oozing out of my newly opened wound. He threw me down, hard. I got winded, and that was my downfall. He knelt on top of my laughing like he'd planned it all along. I saw him begin to unbuckle his pants, and knew his intention.I couldn't have that happend to me, I'd be damned if I was going to get raped my Sean Cameron tonight.

He flipped me over and grabbed the back of my shirt and put me on all fours, pessing down so I wouldn't get away. I squirmed and looked up, you could see the street from the window in my living room, he wanted to publicize his crimes. I flailed more, kicking and screaming, he couldn't hold. I got up and ran up to the window pounding against it. I could see the reflection of him coming towards me. I saw the remote control on the ground beside me and threw it at him, "You bitch, get over here!"

I grabbed a chair, now laying on the floor and thought about it, then I threw it full force through the window. It shattered and glass splayed out everywhere. I took a moment to look back and he leapt at me, and I jumped through the window. I hit my front lawn on my side looking back towards the window I saw him, buckling up his pants, shaking his head laughing some more.

He looked in my eyes, "It doesn't matter, I'll get you alone." Out of breath, the police ran over and helped me up. When we looked back again, he was gone.

All I could do at that point was sob. Sob so incredibly loud that I was almost screaming. I gripped my head, trying to comprehend everything that had happened over the last two weeks. Why did he have to come and ruin everything? Why couldn't he stay in Wasaga Beach with Mommy and Daddy? What was he trying to prove? I sobbed until I couldn't feel anymore, and blacked out on the lawn, the police surrounding me.

Now I hope that wasn't too terrible. Please review? C'mon, I'll give you a cookie.