So, I'm really sorry its been so long. I've just been reaaaallllyyy busy with all my other stories and such, and I kind of forgot about this one -hangs head in shame-

But I'm updating now! So be happy!

Disclaimer: The song I use in these next two chapters is not mine. It is Face Down. The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus owns it. I own the plot, the writing, and these two characters. Just the way it is.

NOTE: This Chapter has basically nothing to do with Dana/Logan. Its all about Dana's mom and dad, foos.

WARNING: This fic is rated T. That means teen! There is most def some teen stuff in the chapter, along with some pretty rough abuse.

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Chapter 7- Face Down pt 1

Katie Cruz sat cautiously on the couch. The clock above the fireplace took every second, the only sound echoing through the house. Her two daughters were upstairs sleeping, and tonight, she was determined to protect them. Her eyes flickered towards the clock, seeing that it was 2: 06 am. He should be home any minute now.

Everyday, she applied makeup to her face and arms, covering up the cuts and bruises. Everyday, she wished that she could be certain he would stop. Everyday, she cried. Everyday, he told her he loved her. Everyday, he told her that he was right and that she was wrong.

Now she was sick of it.

The door opened, and in stumbled a drunken man with dark brown hair. His eyes were glazed over, and he held a bottle of Vodka in his hand. Katie glared at him with hate coursing through every vein in her body. Sometimes, she wished that he would get into a car wreck and die. She wished she could be rid of him.

"Hello poppet." he whispered, slurring his words. She only sat there, glaring. "Ready to have some fun, then?"

Alex Cruz gulped down the last of the Vodka, loving the burning sensation. He stumbled over to the defiant woman and smirked down at her. He smashed the glass bottle against her arm, satisfied to see the blood trickling down her arm. He was not, however, satisfied to see her only barely flinch. He wanted to see her scream, he wanted to see her in pain.

Do you feel like a man
when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end
as your lies crumble down, a new life she has found

Katie stood, adrenaline pumping through her. With all her might, she pulled her arm back and punched him square in the face. He staggered back momentarily before rushing back to her and squeezing her arm. She dug her nails into his flesh, making him release her.

"Don't touch me." she seethed. Alex did not like this one bit. With a shout of rage, he pushed her down to the ground, kicking her repeatedly.

"Does that make you feel better, Alex? Does it?" she chocked out, beginning to cough up blood.

"Why yes, it does in fact." he answered. He kicked her one last time before yanking her up by her hair. "Yeah it does you whore." he threw her across the room, smirking as he heard a satisfying crack.

"Yeah Alex. Get your last hoorah now because after tonight, after you finally pass out from all your alcohol I'm gone. I'm getting out of here. I have found somewhere else. I have found a new life away from you." she spat, eyes glancing longingly over to the luggage she had earlier packed. It was ending. It was going to be over. She would find pull her children away from this before it could get any worse.

Another blow was taken to her stomach.

"You've been going behind my back with some other man, haven't you? You've been screwing some random guy off the street!" he accused.

"And if I have?" she prompted, loving to watch him squirm. In a sick way, she loved watching him get so worked up, so angry.

"Then you'll die a dirty skank." he seethed. For a fleeting second, she was scared that she would die, that he would really kill her. Then she felt at peace. As long as she went down with a fight, she would die.

she says I finally had enough

Katie pulled herself up.

"I've had enough Alex. I'm done with you and all your crap."

A rage filled scream that sounded more animal then human echoed through the house. Alex pulled his wife up by the hair and threw her into the kitchen. He yanked her up once more, pushing her into the wall. He pressed his lips to hers and forced her mouth open, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She tasted the alcohol on his breath, and refused to respond in any way. It would just be what he wants.

The dark haired man banged the woman repeatedly against the wall, trying to force a reaction of some sort from her. Nothing was working.

The man then decided to make her react, to take it to a level she was bound to fight back on. Her began tearing off her clothes, and she finally bite his tongue. He pulled back for a second, and she took that chance to get away. As he tried to pull her back, something she couldn't even identify took over her body.

"Keep you dirty hands off of me you bastard!" she screeched, trying her best to get away. Angry tears burned behind her eyes.

"Don't you tell me what to do!" he yelled, forcing himself upon her. His lips were forcefully placed onto hers again as he began his task of declothing her once more. He had successfully done so, and thrust himself into her. She gathered every ounce of strength she had, and shoved him out and away from her.

"I told you not to touch me!" she screamed.

He slapped her face.

"Don't tell me what to do, you bitch. I don't want to hear it!" he yelled, shoving her down onto the ground. Repeatedly, he bashed her head against the corned of the cabinet. He let his hands wander all down her body before kissing her kips forcefully. Alex bashed her head once more before standing up satisfactorily.

Suddenly, a splitting pain erupted from his skull, and he collapsed onto the ground, everything going black.

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Dana Cruz hummed softly along with the radio as she cut carrots for the dinner. Gwen was out at the store with Logan to gather more ingredients for her famous stew that she was making that night, and Dana had offered to stay home to begin preparation. Logan hadn't liked it, but he had let her stay, knowing he would have to leave her alone at some point.

"Boy actin as if there's no pressure, he'd do anything to get with her he say anything to convince her money spent to diamond sent her. Girl playin it cool but she's with it. She lovin the fact that she's gifted everything that he do she gets lifted feels so wicked lovin like oh." she sang along quietly, smiling softly to herself. "My, Ashley Tisdale certainly does have a way with words."

Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass cut through the quiet. Dana's head shot up, and a feeling of dread hung in the air. Her stomach twisted in knots. She slowly began making her way to the stairs, and her palms began to sweat. She wiped them off on her skinny blue jeans that Gwen had bought for her. She toyed with a loose string on her pink shirt. Her shaking legs slowly made their way up the stairs. Dana walked to each room, peering in cautiously. Finally, she reached her own bedroom at the end of the hallway. Her shaking hand opened the door, and her eyes immediately caught sight of the shattered glass on the floor. She slid over to it and picked up a larger chunk to use as defense. She rotated in a circle, eyes straining to see in the dark.

Without a sound, a man crept over to the unsuspecting girl. Unfortunately for him, his feet hit a piece of glass and it crunched underneath his large combat boot. Dana spun around, eyes widening at the man before her.

"Dad?" she chocked out.

"Hello Dana."

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Woah. That one part was way more intense then I thought it would be. Hopefully, it was still okay. And just in case you didn't catch on, that part was what happened the night Katie Cruz, Dana's mom, went into a coma.

MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Sorry, that I had been holding in for a while. I brought back Dana's dad, I brought back Dana's dad! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Uh, riiight.

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