Disclaimer: "Going Under" is the property of Evanescence. See chapter 1 for more disclaimer information.

A quick note: WARNING!!! THIS STORY IS RATED M FOR A REASON, mainly this chapter and a few other chapters. IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, DO NOT READ. THIS IS NOT A LEMON, IT IS RAPE.

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Chapter 5: Going Under

Now I will tell you what I've done for you

Fifty-thousand tears I've cried

Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you

But you still won't hear me

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Sam couldn't wait for June 19th. Jeremy had told her to dress nice, not fancy but not casual either. Danny was still jealous; she had started to notice it. Every time she had to back out of plans because she was going out with Jeremy, his eyes would flash green. Talk about the green-eyed monster of jealousy. But she ignored him. He had Valerie, even if the girl hadn't been around lately. Tucker told her they were still dating; every appearance said they weren't. Still, it wasn't like Danny said she had to break up with Jeremy so she could date him… No, it was more like a silent fuming, as if he were trying to convince himself to stay out of her business. And Sam was far more grateful for that.

"You know, Sam's going to Jeremy's tonight," Tucker said conversationally.

"I know," Danny said simply, wiping ectoplasmic goo off of his hard drive. He'd been working on his computer when a ghost had attacked. It didn't take log for him to finish the ghost off, but the remains had splattered the entire lab, including his open computer.

"That's it?" Tucker said, staring at his friend.

"What do you want me to say, Tuck'?" Danny snapped. "I'm going out with Valerie; Sam is more than welcome to date whoever she wants." He threw his hard drive onto the desk, snatching up another gooey piece of computer.

"So… he's not a creep anymore?"

"No, he's still a creep." Danny wiped off his graphics card. "But if Sam wants to date creeps, that's her problem."

Sam wandered down the hall of Jeremy's house, looking at the different pictures hanging on the walls. He looked like a happy child, growing up with parents that loved him and didn't try to force their beliefs down his throat. She turned, smiling as he came down the hallway toward her.

"Oh, no, you're not look at these photos, are you?" he groaned.

She giggled. "I think they're cute." She smiled as he grasped her hand. "Where are we going?" she asked as he led her down the hall.

"I've got more pictures in my room. Want to see them?"

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"Wow, I can't believe you get along so well with your parents," Sam said, looking at a recent photo of Jeremy and his parents. "Mine are always trying to force me into anything pink, fluffy, and frilly."

He laughed. "Sound like fun." He sat down on the bed, patting the spot beside him. "Come here."

She smiled, moving to sit beside him. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips to hers. At first, Sam was hesitant. Making out in a boy's room while home alone with said boy was never a good idea. But she gave in to Jeremy's coaxing. She resisted when she felt herself pressed back on the bed.

"Jeremy, no," Sam whispered, hands on his chest and lilac eyes gazing up at him with uncertainly. "I-I'm not ready."

"Come on, Sam, I've got protection." He leaned forward to return to their kissing.

"No, Jeremy," she pushed him back once more, "I'm still a virgin. I-I'm not ready for that big of a step."

"A virgin? Damn then this is really going to hurt." He removed his belt, pulling out another from his side table. "At least for you it will."

"Wh-what?" Her eyes widened as he grasped her wrist. "Oh, my god. No, Jeremy—"

"Stop struggling!" He shoved her wrist against the bed post, tying it tight with his belt.

"No!" she screamed, beating at him with her free hand. "No, Jeremy, don't do this!"

He merely grasped her other wrist and tied it as well, pushing her dress up and stuffing a corner of it into her mouth. "You have a loud mouth, you know that?"

She whimpered, shaking her head and tugging at the restraints as he removed her underwear.

"Virgin, huh?" He leaned back on his knees, unbuttoning his jeans. "Guess this'll be the first time you've seen a man."

She shut her eyes tightly, her cry muffled by the fabric of her dress as he slapped her.

"Open your eyes, or I'll tape 'em, bitch. You're going to watch as I take you."

With reluctance, she opened her eyes, and with one swift motion, he thrust into her, protection forgotten. She screamed, pulling at the restraints and twisting her hips and flailing her legs in an attempt to remove the alien penetration from her body. Her protests were ignored, silent tears slipping down her cheeks as Jeremy continued to pump into her. She cried out as his hands squeezed the back of her legs, nails digging into her tender flesh as he released into her. It felt like liquid fire had been poured into her body.

With one final attempt at freedom, she jerked her hips, spitting the gag out of her mouth. "Danny!" she screamed, praying he was nearby fighting a ghost. "Danny!" Her screams ended when he slapped her, and she lay sobbing on his bed as he dressed. "You bastard," she choked out. "I hope you rot in hell."

He reached over and grasped her throat, pulling her to face him. "If you tell anyone what happened, I'll kill your precious Danny," he hissed in a terrifyingly calm voice. Then he removed his hand from her throat, untying her. He threw her underwear toward her. "Go home, clean up. I don't want anyone finding out what happened."

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Sam stumbled down the streets, arms wrapped about her in a protective hug. How could he do something like this? I thought he was a nice guy. Nice guys aren't rapists. She felt her legs giving out beneath her, and a pained moan escaped her lips as she fell. To her surprise, strong arms caught her, and she was pulled against a strong chest.

"Sam? What're you doing out so late?" a familiar voice whispered. Danny's hold on her tightened as she trembled, partially from his ghostly aura and partially from the hell she'd just gone through. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she forced a smile, "I'm just really tired," she whispered.

"Weren't you supposed to be at Jeremy's?"

"Yeah… yeah, I was, but it got late and…" Her legs buckled beneath her, and she was thankful for Danny's arms around her.

"Sam?" The frantic tone in his voice was enough to rise her.

"Just take me home, Danny," she whispered. "Please?"

"Yeah, of course Sam."