This chapter is rated T because I'm paranoid. You have been warned!

Ana's POV:

In the end, Jake, Vada and Adrian didn't show up at the treehouse. And even though we exchanged bodies, we were all tired. So we decided to go home.

April and Fernando left, probably to talk about something, so me and Riley started walking towards his house. Which actually was a disgusting looking tralier in a trailer park.

We walked in silence for awhile, until Riley broke the silence.

"Listen, Ana..." He said slowly. "Don't freak out over my Aunt and Uncle okay?" He said, his eyes pleading.

I smiled. "I'll try not to." I gave him a threatening look. "And don't you dare touch anything in my room. Understand."

He gave a small chuckle. "Sure thing Ana. See ya later." He gave a small wink and ran away.

I smiled as he ran away. But that smile quickly disappeared when I got to the trailer park.

I stepped into the trailer, and my nose was not happy. It immediately smelt like mold and beer breath. And it looked worse. Things were scattered around, and there were cigarette butts in a big heap on the floor. I also heard some angry yelling, and what I though was glass breaking.

"Riley Berenson!" An aggresive voice rang out, making the hairs on my, or Riley's, neck stand up. I spun around to see Riley's Uncle Alan standing there with a broken beer bottle in his hand.

"Where have you been?" He demanded, holding the broken bottle threateningly.

"I was-" I started to say before he cut me off.

"Nevermind. I don't care. Can you please tell Caroline that she's acting like a slut!"

Almost on cue, a woman about in her mid twenties walked up from behind Alan. She had straightened brunette hair, waaaay too much make up, and a skimpy short black looking dress.

My stomach churned when I saw her.

"A slut?" She said, stomping her foot. "It's my job! Tell this bastard Riley!"

Her... job? I had to bite my lip from almost throwing up. I could just imagine what she did for a living... and it made shudder.

Alan gave a snort. "Well aparentally you can't do a good job 'cause-"

She slapped him across the face. He gave her a stern look of anger, so she started to walk away and out the door. With waaay too high heels by the way.

There was an awkward silence that lasted about five minutes.

"So..." I started. "I think I'm gonna go and-"

"Why didn't you agree with me Riley?" He hissed, putting out his hand, which still had the broken bottle, to stop me.

I looked down. I really didn't want to deal with this right now. "Sorry." I muttered.

He grabbed my arm and pinched as hard as he could. A stinging feeling shot from my arm. Without looking, I could tell it was bleeding. He pulled me closer, until his face was close to mine, and I could smell the whiskey on his breath. Damn. He was drunk.

He put the bottle up to my neck. "I don't want to deal with your shit today Riley. And I thought I told you. You agree with me." He pressed the bottle harder against my neck, and I swear I felt a small trickle of blood swim down my throat.

"You know the punishment here Riley." He threw me down, and I fell down on what I can only assume was a badly assembled wine cabnet. I could fell shards of glass spike through my back. I winced in pain.

He threw the bottle down on my head. I did little cry in pain. God did it hurt! I can't even describe it. Bites of glass pierced my scalp. I didn't even have enough time to fully accomadate the pain before Alan lifted me up and pinned me to the wall, his hand at my neck and chocking me! He was even digging his finger nails in my neck.

"Don't you dare do that again Riley. Or I'll get the pot again." He dropped me to the ground and walked away.

The pot? I didn't have the nerve to ask. But something in the back of my head thought that this wasn't one of Riley's worse days.

Angry and afraid, I picked myself up and staggeredtowars Riley's room. Where... David was.

There room was basically just a bed. Because again, they lived in a trailer. But the walls were covered with posters of Selena Gomez and Miley Cyrus. Odd...

David was sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book. I almost laughed. He was reading Twilight. As soon as I got inside, he looked up and ran out the door.

Odd... again.

I took out Riley's phone and called April's house. I knew April wouldn't be on the other line. I wanted to talk to Riley.

Surprisingly, he answered.

"Hello?" He asked. With my voice. That usually happens when you SWITCH BODIES!

"Riley." I said urgently. "I need to talk to you."

"Sure what's up?"

"What's up is your Aunt and Uncle."

"... I told you not to freak out over them."

"I don't care right now Riley. You have to tell someone about them. I have shards of glass in my back!"

"I can't... I just can't tell some random social worker about them."

"You have to Riley." I said firmly. "Listen... Riley... it's either you tell someone about them or... I'm breaking up with you."

There was a long moment of silence.

"Don't put me in this situation Ana." Riley begged.

"So I guess your not gonna tell a social worker?" I asked.

"No. I can't."

"...I guess that means we're over then." I said, a small tear running down my cheek.

"I guess so... I'm sorry Ana. I just can't tell someone... you guys are the only ones who know."

"Yeah." I agreed bitterly. "I guess we are."

"Shut up Ana." He snapped angrily. "You don't know why. Your not even a good friend! Putting me in that situation!"

"I was trying to help you!"

"Didn't help much did it?"

"Fine. Get mad at me for trying to help! WE'RE OVER!" I yelled, hanging up. I then turned to a pillow and buried my face in, screaming in frusteration.

My heart should've ached more than it did...

Aww! Sad :(

Anyway, I'm coming up with a new OC. And I'm gonna publish a story on her later. So keep an eye out ;)