Sorry If It Seriously Sucks. It's 6 AM & I Couldn't Sleep Until I Finally Finished. Please R & R

It was finally Sunday. It felt like it took forever.

Zane was going shopping with my mom for the school's LGBT sponsored dance on Wednesday.

Why Wednesday? It doesn't make any sense.

I talk to Zane through my bedroom door. He was helping me decide on what to wear if I was to go.

"Becca you should come. You never know who just might ask you." I could feel him smiling, as if he knew someone was going to ask me.

I timidly peeked out of my door, afraid of the comments I would receive on the dress I altered myself to fit my personality. Mom and Zane just stared.

"Becca it's beautiful. I'm so proud of you honey.!" My mom shrieked.

Are you serious? She hated the original dress. Then I cut about 12 inches off the bottom of the dress. Then I added lace and ribbon.

I walked downstairs with Zane and watched him and mom drive off.

I was finally alone. I could focus on my journal.

I ran upstairs, changed out of my dress, grabbed my journal, and went to the park.

I found a shaded place to sit and write out all of my thoughts.

I filled almost 10 pages with my deep, supressed thoughts.

Sadly, the noise coming from the bar across the street kept distracting me.

I looked up and saw a group of teenage boys stumble their way to the park. That's my cue to leave.

I got up and tried to get away from them as fast as possible.

I heard footsteps behind me so I quickened my pace.

Almost there! I thought to myself. A few more steps and I would be at my front door.

Don't turn around! Don't turn around! I thought to myself but i didn't listen.

I got to my front door and looked around to see what I heard. It was nothing.

Paranoid. I said to myself as i fumbled with my keys, nervously, trying to hurry into the house.

I finally got in, only to find my father, drunk out of his mind, yelling at the television.

I began to walk up the stair until I heard a familiar voice.

"Well, well, well. If it isn' the little bitch that thinks she's better than everyone."

I felt a chill go up my spine and turned around to see my father passed out and Mark Fitzgerald

I began to back up slowly and pull my phone out my back pocket.

He stood there with a smug look on his face. A look that terrified me.

Without a second thought, I bolted up the stairs and ran into my room, locking the door behind me.

I dialed Zane's number continuously but he wouldn't answer his phone.

I screamed as Fitz broke down my door, hoping somebody could hear me.

I stopped when I felt the hard, blistering wood of my broken door hit my cheek.

I fell to the ground, balling my eyes out and crawling away.

I was defenseless against him. No one was there to help me.

I was lifted onto my bed and threatened by Fitz.

He held a knife to my neck. The cold metal pressed against my flesh made me shiver.

"Scream and that will be the last breath you take."

He pushed me back and got on top of me.

I tried to push him off but he was too strong.

He used the knife to tear my shirt and then my skirt. And then it got worse.

I passed out and then, woke up on the floor of my bedroom.

Shivering, scared, soar, and disgusted.

I managed to pull myself together and make it to the shower.

I let the soothing hot water hit my body as i cried silently.

I got out and barely manage to limp to my room, making it look like I fell.

I put on my black skinny jeans and a black cami.

I heard my mom call for me. It was like a siren going off in my head.

She came up the stairs and peeked in the door

"Honey one of your friends is here to take you to school."

" Okay thanks mom." I put on a fake smile.

I got up, walking off the pain, and ran downstairs to leave.

I went through the kitchen, grabbed an apple, and ran to the door.

On my way out, my mom stopped me.

"Hon we can uh, talk about what happened to your room later."

"Uh okay mom. Bye."

She kissed me on the cheek and opened the door. Waving goodbye with an absentminded smile.

I hoped in Morty to be greeted by crush-worthy Eli.

"Hey, what happened to you Sunshine?" he smirked.

He knew I hated being called that. Just because I wear bright colors does not mean I'm all rainbows and sunshine.

"Uh I had a little accident." I just stared at the floor.

"Well what happened? You know you want to tell me." He tilted my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes.

"Fitz. He uh... followed me home from the park yesterday. I tried calling for help but no one could hear me." My voice began to crack as I fought back tears.

"THAT SON OF A BITCH. I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!" I saw nothing but rage and fury in Eli's emerald eyes.

"Eli stop! You can't tell anyone!"

I didn't want to protect Fitz, but with my history no one would believe me.