Finally chapter two...

sorry I slacked a little...

WARNING!

this Courtney does not sound like normal Courtney

and for that I am sorry

But I trieddddd D:

I keep trying T.T

Oh andddd no hate plz...

I know this is really screwed up in this chapter...

But yea, it gets better!

Anywayss...

Plz enjoy~

~bellz

Chapter 2:

Six years later...

Third Person's POV:

On a quiet, sleeping street in the middle of the night, a house stands among the shadows, it is neither too short, nor too tall, too grand, or too plain, but rather a mix. It's dark walls deeply blend into the night, barely lit by the full moon as it highlights the wrap-around porch, and the burnt out deck lights that desperately needed to be fixed, but were always neglected.

Two windows gaze out at the street almost hauntingly from the first floor, no light is lit behind the closed curtains, and not one form peaks from behind the door, the two steps leading down to the sidewalk that connects to the driveway look barely used, yet on the welcome mat placed delicately in front of the door there are the tell-tale signs of life, though only in the barely ever noticed form of muddy shoe prints, wiped casually there ever other night.

No sound can be heard from the outside, no forms or lights are apparent on the second floor, either, and for someone passing by on a midnight stroll, it might seem as if the house were vacated.

Barely anyone takes a second glance, looking deeper, listening closer, and if one person had, they might barely be able to detect the sounds of soft sobs from behind the master-bedroom window, and the very present smack of skin slapping against skinthat resounds after.

Now, hearing this, one person might walk away. Yet, if you were concerned, you might walk up to that door, might somehow work your way in, and you might see the horrors that lay inside that closed door, the true, ugly inside of that seemingly normal house on that quiet street.

Yet, no one knows. Or seems to care.

Courtney's POV-ish:

She lay on the hardwood floor quietly, trying not to let her sobs be heard by him, trying desperately to contain herself, to escape to that numb state behind that ugly door, where she seems safe enough.

Yet he always seems to hear.

The slap of his palm hitting her cheek again makes her head snap to the right side, her left eye is already swelling from the punch he threw earlier when she had slipped up and made a mistake in his dinner. She didn't mean to, lord knows she never meant to, but to him, it was always her fault.

Her pencil skirt of her office outfit she'd been wearing for her law-firm dress-code was lifted over her hips, and she felt him there, present where she wished he would never be again.

It takes all of her not to give him the satisfaction of her begging him to stop, she knows that is something of his dark pleasure, one of the dark chips that lies under his perfect mask. She knows she screwed up again, since she wasn't as careful with him as she had been with other men that came after she moved on from Duncan, but she slipped up.

And now, that was costing her for the almost fourth time in her life.

His blue eyes stare down at her mangled face, the face he himself had mangled, beaten... broken. She feels him press into her, and she feels so violated, she wants to push him off, she wants to do everything in her power to make him stop. But she knows that would drive him further, into what, she figured.

He hisses as she kicks out under his hulking form, throwing his ankles out from under him with her heels as she barely suppresses the whimper rising in her throat. She should've been more careful with him. Yet how could she, when he himself was there in Total Drama Island and Action with her, watching what she was going through? She never knew he had this side of him.

"Justin," she croaks out, silently begging him not to hurt her after her slip up, but he can't read her mind, so instead, his fist slams down between her chest, holding her down as he moves up and slams his other fist into the right side of her face over and over again, until he's done.

When he gets up and buttons his pants, growling at her as he moves to their bed, she breathes slowly, in little pants just barely heard, and she feels blood sliding down her cheek from next to her eye, she knows the feeling well.

She lays there for a good long time, waiting until the model's soft snores erupt from him, feeling disgusted in herself, how could she let this happen again.

She doesn't have an answer for that, she doesn't think she ever will.

But maybe, maybe it's because, when she went on the aftermath before Duncan was voted off, Justin was there. He helped her get over him, helped her get back on her feet until she was home again, and he called her almost every other night to check if she was better. He didn't even hesitate to come to her father's funeral two years after the show ended, and didn't bat an eyelash in comforting her when she saw the cover of a re-cap magazine called "Where are they now?" with a picture of Duncan and Gwen getting married on the cover.

The point is, he was there for her all the times she needed him, and after another year, they started dating. Eventually, she let him all the way in, for what reason's, no one will ever know, but we can figure, right?

After one year of dating, Justin ended up proposing to her, and they got married and ended up in this current house, just them as she decided to go back to college for a bit, focusing on her singing-considering she found it to be more provincial than being a lawyer, she wanted to live a little-, they'd been married for about two years now, and she was ready to start her career, considering he was already as successful as he could get.

And it was then that the fighting started.

She should have seen it coming, should have seen all the warning signs every time they fought, he was just like her father whenever she screwed up, the way he poised dagger tipped words and poisoned sentences at her, she should have known that it would amount to more.

Yet through it all, she still clung to that hope that he was the one, the past that held all the times he was there, all the times he treated her like she was, well, royalty to him.

It still didn't stop the first count of abuse, which was the one time he grabbed her too tightly when she had done something wrong and ended up with his anger engulfing her, and the next day, bruises in the shape of his fingers lined both sides of her arms just under her shoulders.

She remembers the first time he hit her, it was the night she'd made something he didn't approve of, and had slammed her up against the wall, connecting his first to her cheek. When he realized what he was doing, and pulled back with a shock expression, she'd thought he'd stop all this.

In the end, though, he ended up leaving for the night, and that was also the first night he cheated on her. How she found out, was the next morning her came home with lipstick all over his shirt caller, and he smelt of cheep perfume and alcohol.

And all he said when he saw the bruises, was that she should wear a long-sleeve shirt that day as he strutted past to their bedroom.

Needless to say, by now, she was tired of this all, she hated this, she sometimes wished she was never born.

But that never stopped her will to fight, and so, behind his back, she started planning for divorce.

It had already been a week of planning the divorce when this night had come on, and she knew that no one would save her but herself, her neighbors had long ago started ignoring her screams, or her whimpers, or the sounds of him getting after her.

It was still a wonder how the media found her and found out about his beatings, and after threatening to sue them if they posted this to the world, she ended up agreeing on going to the Total Drama Reunion, which was in a few more days.

She wouldn't admit it, but she was dreading it a lot. She knew Duncan and Gwen would be there, even if they had gotten a divorce a few years after marriage. She still did keep in touch with Bridgette, but she hadn't found out about Justin until recently, and when she had, she gladly helped Courtney with working out the divorce in secret.

Now all that was left, was to keep it from Justin for another week, and then she'd be free.

Or at least, she hoped.

Slowly, and as silently as she could so as not to wake him, she rose to her feet, wobbling slightly and stiffening, she knew he was a light sleeper. When he didn't stir, she moved to the bathroom, thanking the person that decided on giving this house good running water, since it wasn't loud enough to wake her-soon-to-be-ex-husband.

She looked at herself in the mirror, revulsion moving through her veins as she saw how bruised her face and neck were, she didn't even want to see her lower regions, she knew from the pain down there that it was affected, too. After all, this was now the third night in a row he had so savagely taken her.

When she deemed herself clean enough, she slowly moved into bed, snuggling up to him in the one way he liked and nuzzling her head under his chin, feeling his warmth as she waited for morning to come.

She knew she wouldn't sleep on this night.

So she lay there, knowing she was basically with the enemy, hating every second of it, and yet she found a tinge of satisfaction in the fact that soon she would be free of him,or as free as she could get.

When he got up to leave for work, she kept her eyes closed and her breathing still, silently trying to will him into believing she was asleep, and it worked... this time.

When the door slammed shut downstairs, she didn't let the tears take her, or the pain swallow her like she wished she could. She could feel her life slowly rolling downhill, it always had been, or at least she thought.

She never could get a break.

She laid in bed for a while, she wasn't going in to the college today, her wounds were far too present for her to cover them with make-up, and she knew that if she set foot in there like this, she would have hell to pay later from her husband.

Husband, bah, it's a vile word now, she thinks as she slowly glides a hand down over her stomach area, it'd been hurting the past couple of days down there, and she figured her time of the month was coming up, so she softly tried to relax the cramps and take a nap, waiting.

For what, she didn't know anymore.

Maybe it was death, maybe it was revenge, maybe it was a lot of things, but all she knew now was that she couldn't wait to move out of this hell hole. But then again, where would she go? Her life belongs no-where in her mind, her parents place certainly stopped wanting her when she was with Duncan, Duncan even found something better in Gwen and left her stranded, and now Justin.

She was used to the punches, her father had thrown enough at her when she was little for her to stand the test of pain, but when you like someone-she stopped saying the word love so long ago...-as much as she had with Justin, it was hard to withstand it, to sit back and not fight.

Her confidence used to flare, her eyes used to be burning charcoal behind a half filled mask, but when Duncan cast her away without a second thought, so much of herself shattered that she found she could barely hold herself upright sometimes. She never went to the aftermath, never set one foot near the cast of Total Drama, she even went so far as to only keep contact with Bridgette through phone call.

She wondered what they would think when they saw her in a few more days, wondered who would shun her and who would take pity on her-if any at all- but most of all, she wondered what Duncan would think.

No, as much as she hates to admit it, she still holds a fraction of him in her heart, she always has. She can't help it, he was so close to her for so long, she let him in. Under all the barriers, all the walls so perfectly placed around her heart to protect herself.

But as we all know, Duncan broke her.

Justin never got under all her barriers, he only tried to fix the ones Duncan shattered, but he could only do so much. Even when he was abusing her like a drug, he never could get under all her walls, and she was thankful for that, she really was.

She didn't eat lunch or breakfast, she found herself nauseated by the food in this house, the house that was built to enslave her she now found.

Instead, she went for a walk in the forest behind their house, to the creak, the one place she felt at ease now a-days. She perches on a rock that she's sat on so many times she's become familiar with, and she gazes at her shifting reflection in the soft currents of the water at her feet, listening.

All is quiet in her world, and for now, that's enough for her.

And as she listens to the barely audible chirping of birds and things, she imagines what the reunion will be like, silently content with the fact that Justin with have a modeling shoot that day, and although she won't admit it...

A part of her really can't wait to see the people that had once been semi friends with her, and the one guy that used to make her heart sing...

GAH once again sorry she doesn't sound right D:

I hope this didn't screw up the whole story...

but for those of you who stay with me I LOVE YEWWWW

and you get some cookies, whatever ur fav kind is

andd yea...

review plz D:

I needa know if I totally screwed this up cuz I MAY delete this chapter and do it without Justin and his...

freakness

but yea

hope you liked D:

~bells