Thank You Chapter 2, a harry potter fanfic

:walks carefully over the red lasers:Opens the glass case: "Okay this case is supposed to hold the rights to Harry." :Deep breath: carefully takes out the document: Siren goes off: "Damn I forgot about the heat sensors! You may have won this round JK Rowling, but I will have Harry Potter if this is the last thing I'll ever do!" Mwhahahahahaahahaha:::grabs rope attached to helicopter and is pulled up though the broken window in the ceiling: "I'll be back!"

Disclaimer: I own nothing, sadly. 'Cept for my own Characters and plotline.

Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you

Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
And no one hears you screaming

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like
To be like me...

To be hurt, to feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more
Before your life is over?

Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With the big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside your bleeding

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like
To be like me...

No one ever lied straight to your face
No one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy
But I'm not gonna be ok
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work
It was always there
You don't know what it's like
What it's like

Welcome to my life, Simple Plan

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"Great, another day in hell", Ashleigh thought, as she hit her alarm clock to shut it up after it had seemed to been beeping for sixteen minutes.

"Five o'clock, great. Why they have to start school at a such ungodly hour I will never know." Ashleigh said out load as she glanced at here clock while she got dressed. Her ensemble was the usual, black jeans with some old kind of band t-shirt to go with it. Her band t-shirt today was an old black t-shirt with Queen's crest on the front.

"Can't go bad with Queen," she thought as she tried to brush her long ,wild black hair out of her face and then grabbed her book bag and headed out of her tiny bedroom. She grabbed her notebooks and drawing paper and started to head toward the front door.

"Where are you going?"

Ashleigh turned around to look at her 'father' who was sitting on the living room coach with a beer in his hand.

"Damn it, he's drunk," Ashleigh thought as she saw the way her father was looking at her. Her dad getting drunk never bought any good to her, only pain.

"I'm just heading out to school," she said with a slight tremble in voice, fearing what he would do to her after finding her trying to sneak out of the house early. Her father looked at the clock

"Its only five o'clock", he said as he looked at her like she was crazy for heading out so early and with a hint of lust in his eyes as he took in the tight t- shirt and pants that shaped her ass and thighs just right. "And to think all I have to do is step up and take it." He thought as he took in the dark yet innocent beauty standing right in front of him.

"We, ee, ll, I, I wanted too get,t get started early so I, I., could make it to school on time." Ashleigh stuttered as she saw the hint of lust in his eyes. She had many close calls before and she didn't want to relive them any time soon. Plus every time her father got drunk, he didn't take the usual measure of making sure the bruises were in places that she could easily conceal. Making her think up stories to tell her friends that asked about the bruises and scars.

"Not any one would believe the truth," she thought bitterly a she thought of her oblivious friends back at school. "Well, maybe Anthony," she thought after a while. "Anthony would know the signs." Ashleigh thought with a ironic smile as she thought of the time she had once caught Anthony with a few bruises of his own.

Anthony was Ashleigh's best friend since grade school and had been ever since. Anthony lived in what America would call the perfect family, he had an older, handsome brother, Jonathan, of two years that was a football star and straight A student at the local high school that both Anthony and Ashleigh attend. Many times Anthony thought of himself as the forgotten child because Anthony was only seen when his older brother decided to blame something on him. Anthony's parents thought that his older brother could walk on water, and could do no wrong. Even though Anthony's older brother had already raped two girls for the fun of it and now sent his sights on Ashleigh. Though Anthony wouldn't let Jonathan near Ashleigh if he could help it. Also if Anthony ever did anything extraordinary he was accused of being jealous of his older brother.

Ashleigh and Anthony had this sort of bond that no one could understand since it was sort of built on lies, illusions, and broken trust, but one that one would need a powerful force to tear apart. One that could withstand the power of force and time.

"Though he knows nothing of the abuse and probably yell at me for trying to keep it a secret," Ashleigh thought with a small bitter smile.

While Ashleigh had been fondly thinking of her best friend, her father had quietly snuck up on her backing her into a wall.

"Well we can't have a beautiful thing like you walking around on the street. Now can we? You could get hurt." He said as he slowly slid his left hand down her slender waist, down her thigh, towards her groin. "No we can't have that," he said absently as she reached her jean covered pussy and squeezed, his right hand cupping her cheek.

"Well, its not I have any one driving me to school!", Ashleigh spat for a moment forgetting her place and situation. She hated the way he was making her feel all dirty and being reminded that she had five miles to walk to school. Three to the nearest bus stop, she was only 15 ½ and could only get her license once she turned sixteen.

"If he lets me get the license," she thought hatefully. She also hated the fact that even though he was sexually assaulting her, she could feel her pussy starting to get wet. She absolutely abhorred the way he made her feel. Like a some whore that he could take advantage of and then be thrown away when broken. "Well," she vowed silently, "he'll never break me."

Slap! Ashleigh was thrown back to reality, remembering where she was and who, with horror, had a hold and fingering one of her most private areas.

"Don't forget your place!" Her father growled as he roughly smashed his lips against hers. Forcing her lips open and brutally, plundering her mouth while roughly squeezing her groin. Ashleigh groaned and desperately fought back, trying to get away.

"Stop, stop it!" She screamed as she tried to get out of his hold, smelling the liquor fumes on his tongue and breath. Her father moaned at the delicious taste of her mouth, retaliating by cupping the back of her head an plundering her mouth and squeezing her groin harder. As he came back for air, his right hand grabbed a hold of Ashleigh's right breast and squeezed till it hurt while continually rubbing her pussy through her pants.

As Ashleigh just started to moan, her father noticed the time the clock "5:45, just enough time for Ashleigh to get to her first class." He thought as he looked at Ashleigh who had tears running down her face and who was leaning heavily on the wall behind her. Seeing that he had her pinned, he smiled a frightening smile and leaned his head down by her ear. "You're mine Now!" He whispered menacingly, "and no one gonna save you!" He leaned his head back and looked into her horror filled eyes and smiled and gave her one last brutal kiss and let her go so she could put herself back to rights. As she just opened the door, grabbing and putting on her black tiger hoodie along the way.

"Oh, Ashleigh!"

She looked back still having that frightened look on her face.

"Have a good Day!" he said as he gave her a manic smile.

And she ran out of the house pulling up her hood to hide the hand-shaped bruise on her face.

"Mmmmm, maybe I should ask Jonathan Jr. if he'd like to have a little fun." Ashleigh's father smiled as he thought of the little boy, who had grown up thinking him as an idol and him, just yesterday telling him all his secrets, including raping the girls.

"That is after I told him to," he thought fondly of the little boy, grown handsome man, and friend that shared the same desires he did. "Yes, I think he would enjoy this gift," he thought remembering Jonathan looking at Ashleigh with the same lust he had for those girls.

"And he won't even have to get rid of her this time." He suddenly remembered the beautiful picture of Ashleigh with a tear-stained face and fantasized about what she would look like all spread out for him.

"Oh yes, what games we could play," he said out load as his cock stood at attention. "But it will take some planning, but it will be so worth it." He lovingly whispered, as he dreamed what he could with the right equipment.

"Yes, time to plan." He said as he walked toward the kitchen to call a couple of friends to order the equipment and to call Jonathan Jr. to tell him about the plan.

"Time to plan."