When I could no longer see the man who was slinking into the dark my head fell into my hands and I let out a scream from pure frustration. I could feel a sharp pain in my leg and looked down, only to groan in annoyance. There, jutting out from my leg was a large piece of glass. I banged my head against the car door and started to cry. Wither it was from the pain in my leg or the frustration of this night I know not. Could this night get any worse?

BOOM!

As the freezing rain crashing down on my skin I realized, yes. Yes it can.

"Suzie?" I voice I only knew was Rachel's called. I didn't even bother to correct her, it was to tired, "What happened?" She asked. I turned to her and she looked shocked at my puffy and red face.

"Go home, I'll bring the car into the shop tomorrow and drop me off at the hospital on your way there. Then tell Mum I'll call her when I'm done. Just hurry up." I told her in a tired voice. She nodded and hurried to get me into the hospital; knowing that she would get me to tell her later. When we got there I got out and waved good bye, knowing I would have to act like all was good. That was just my role in our house.

…

I hate Dallas Winston.

So much.

I thanked the nurse as I hung up the phone and left the hospital. I'll have to be on crutches when I walk but I'll be okay to drive because I only hurt my left leg. The drive home with Mum was quiet. We were both tired and just wanted to sleep. I told her that I was going to take the car into the shop tomorrow and she just nodded. When I got home I was asleep the second I hit the bed.

…

"Susan! Wake up!" Mum called to me. I groaned and got out of bed. I had a lot to do today. I might as well start with getting the car in the shop. I changed out of my Pjs and dressed in a red button down, jean shorts, and cowboy boots. I called goodbye and told Mum that I would do the chores when I got back. She told me that was okay and threw me the keys.

It took me ten minutes to get to town and I looked for the first auto shop I could find. I pulled into a DX and two boys came out before I could even get he key out of the car. (It was early in the morning and not many people were there.) I grabbed my crutches and got out of the car. One boy with bronze hair and a large smile greeted me while the other eyed my window.

"Hey there. How are you?" He asked me. I smiled at him.

"Very well thank you." He smiled.

"I'm guessing you came for a new window?" The one with dark swirly hair asked. I gave a slight laughed and nodded.

"Easy enough, this will only take a moment, you can wait here while I do that." I nodded and thanked him throwing him the keys. He took them and drove the car into the garage. The other boy then turned to me and stuck out his hand.

"Sodapop." He told me. I nodded and shock his hand.

"Interesting name, mines Susan, just Susan." I told him, he nodded.

"Well," He told me, surveying my leg, "Just Susan, what happened to your leg?" He asked. The smiled that was one my face disappeared and I sighed.

"Last night some no good hood," I spat out the word, "Thought it would be a real laugh to drive a knife through my window. Yes yes, it sure was fun for the hood but I got a large chunk of glass in my leg." I told him, grimacing at the memory. Soda let out a low whistle.

"Man, that sucks." He told me. I laughed.

"Don't I know it!" I told him. Soda opened his mouth to say more but I voice called out to him.

"Hey! Soda!" We both looked to see a blond man walked up to us.

I know that walk.

I looked down quickly.

"I'm gonna go look at the car." I told him and hurried off as fast as I could. I was just in the garage when I heard.

"Who was that?" I shivered at the voice. It seemed to open now; had it only been last night when it was mocking me so crudely? When I walked in the boy working on my car looked up.

"What are you doing here?" He asked me.

"Just... um... wondering how much it might cost me?" I asked him. He grunted.

"Well, I'm thinking maybe..." He told me but I wasn't listening. I was looking at every exit, sadly there was only one exit and it was the entrance as well. I guess it was real stupid of me not to be listening. I was to focused on looking for a way to avoid and encounter with my oppressor that I didn't even notice him walked through the door I was starring at.

Idiot girl.

"Hey Steve, what'cha working on?" He asked him. Steve looked up a pointed at me.

"This girl needs a new window." He told him, then addressed me, "What happened to your window?" He asked. I looked up. Shocked to see that I all eyes were on me. I looked eyes with Dallas and felt the fear from the night before flood my body.

"It um... just shattered." I told him. Dallas laughed and all eyes turned to him. He just stood there, laughing and playing with a small rectangle.

"Nice to see you again, Suzie." He greeted me. I looked not in his eyes but at the rectangle in his hand.

It was a blade.

He looked me over and paused at my left leg, seeing my crutches and the white cloth that was slightly stained with blood and wrapped around my leg. I looked at his shoes, suddenly finding them quiet interesting.

"Look. At. Me." He sneered. I looked up.

"What happened to your leg?" He asked, though not with concern. He wanted to know that he hurt me. He wanted to see me pain. That's where my temper kicked in. He wont.

I never stopped glaring into his eyes and I threw my crutches across the room. I ripped off the wrapping and threw it right in his face. His smirk left his face. The second I moved blood was falling down my leg. The pain. Oh, the pain was horrible but I kept walking. I pushed past Dallas and turned to Steve.

"I'll send my sister to pick it up in tomorrow morning. Thank you for your help." I nodded at him and left. I was a few steps out the door when I turned back to glare at Dallas.

"Susan Drisco, and don't you forget it."

Okay, I know it's short but it really seemed like a good spot to stop. Please tell me what you think or if you feel characters are OOC. Thanks for reading!

-Jasmine