Demi's point of view:

I don't know what to do today since Dal is at work and Maddie is over a friends so I get cozy on the couch in my most comfortable pair of purple pajamas and decide to watch a movie, specifically, Pitch Perfect. This movie always makes me laugh so hard. Especially "Fat Amy".

Just as I'm about to go pop a back of popcorn I hear my phone start ringing. My stomach starts to flutter a little bit as I realize that it could be Joe texting me. I quickly run back to my room and grab my phone and to my disappointment, it's Trace. I groan and put the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"What're you doing?" he asks, his voice a little slurred. He must be already drinking again.

"Nothing, was just about to sit and watch a movie."

"You alone?"

"Uhm yeah, why?" I ask.

"I'm coming over."

Before I can even say anything he hangs up. Why didn't I lie and say Dallas was home? I roll my eyes and turn my attention back to the movie. Less than ten minutes later I hear a knock on the apartment door.

"Coming!" I yell, as I quickly walk over to the door and open it.

Trace plants a big, wet, drunken kiss on my lips and grabs my hips tightly. He's actually hurting me a little bit so I start to whimper.

"What's your problem?!" He asks with anger, "Why are you always such a baby?"

"I'm sorry…" I mumble. "That just hurt."

He grabs me hard again and smashes his lips against mine. He pushes his tongue deep into my mouth and begins rubbing my body all over. I don't want to do this, at all. I push him away a little bit but that was a mistake. He grabs me by my hair and pulls me closer to him again.

"Be a good little slut," he whispers in my ear and begins taking my clothes off.

"Stop it!" I shout, and this time I push him harder.

This really sets him off. He reaches out and smacks me hard across the face. I can taste the blood going into my mouth and tears sting my eyes. Why does he always have be like this?

"Stop!" I yell again, "I don't want to have sex right now!"

"You know what Demi?! I'm real tired of your bullshit. You're always so selfish and annoying. You're the worst girlfriend ever. I don't even know why I'm with your fat and ugly ass."

Ouch that hurt. That makes me cry even harder. Trace doesn't say he's sorry though. Instead he grabs me again and pushes me down on the couch and secures himself on top. I know I can't stop him now and I don't feel like being a punching bag so I just let him have his way with me. It hurts like hell and I let out small screams of pain but he just interprets those as pleasure. When he's done, I don't even feel like I can move.

He gets up off the couch and puts his clothes back on. I would do the same but I really can't move. I actually think that I may be bleeding down there. Trace leans down and kisses me on the cheek.

"Bye, I'll see you later." He calls out as he walks out the door.

I roll over so I'm laying down on the couch and cry. I hate him so much. I can't keep living like this. I'd rather die than live like this. I slowly get up and walk over to the bathroom. I examine myself and sure as hell, I am bleeding. I sigh in anger and close the door. What am I going to do? I can't explain to Dallas what happened but I think I need stitches. I decide that this is too important to not go to the hospital so I give Dallas a call.

She answers on the first ring. "What is it Demi I'm at work?"

"Uhm" I begin, "I think I need to go to the hospital."

"Why?" she asks in a concerned voice. "What happened? Are you okay?! Should I call an ambulance?!"

"I'm fine Dal, I'm just bleeding…"

"Bleeding?" she questions me, "Bleeding where?"

"Down there," I reply completely embarrassed.

"Demi are you serious?" She says in an annoyed tone. "You called me because you're on your period?!"

"No Dal," I answer with frustration. "I think I'm torn down there."

"Torn from what?!"

"Well… Trace was over here and he was being too rough."

I know I'm lying to her. In reality, Trace raped me. I told him no, but he didn't stop. I can't tell Dallas this though.

"Oh my god Demi," Dallas replies in frustration and worry, "I'm going to leave work now to drive you to the hospital. You're such a pain. Next time, speak up for yourself and tell that boy to stop."

"Okay…" I mumble. "I'm really sorry."

Dallas laughs and hangs up the phone. I'm glad she thinks this is funny because it hurts like hell for me.

I waddle over to the couch and sit down. I check my cellphone to see if I have any texts and I'm surprised to see that I have two. I have one from Selena and one from Joe. I read Selena's first."

"Hey girly. I was wondering if you wanted to sleepover tonight. Love you!"

I smile. I then open Joe's message.

"Hey Demi."

I smile again and quickly text him back.

"Hey Joe, what's up?"

"I'm at work :[ What about you?"

"About to go to the hospital :["

"Why, what's wrong?!"

"Oh nothing. I just have a doctor's appointment there."

"Oh well that sucks."

"yeah :[ Hey I gotta go, my sister's here to bring me. Bye!"

"Bye. Ttyl. Text me later:]"

I smile big as I shut my phone and shove it in my back pocket. I grab my purse and make my way down to Dallas's car. It really sucks to walk right now. This is probably the worst feeling that I have ever had. It feels like someone is stabbing me every time I move.

On the car ride to the hospital, I can't stop thinking about Joe. I smile big as I think about how concerned he seemed when I mentioned the hospital. I didn't even bother telling Trace that because I knew he wouldn't care. I sigh and look out the window. Joe really is a much better guy than Trace.