(A/N: Chappy by He0524… From the both of us: A big THANK-YOU TO ALL our reviewers, followers and people who clicked the 'favourite' button! You guys mean the world to us! On with the chappy... PS: I do NOT mean to offend any French people! REMEMBER it is Patricia's POV, not mine! :p. Also, sorry if it seems like there's too much repetition, but that's the point!)

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Patricia's POV

I sigh to myself. Why was life so hard? Eddie's getting beyond suspicious, and I feel bad about keeping this from him, but I can't let it slip out no matter what. I was trying to study for my French test, but I wasn't concentrating. I read it:-

1) 'Bonjour, commas ava?' is used as a what?

This crap that I had to learn when I already had so many things on my mind… Just then, I hear Eddie come into my room.

"Whaaaaaaat?" I groan.

"Jeez, can't a boyfriend come into his girlfriend's room?" he questioned.

"I'm busy… Stupid French test…" I mumbled.

"Le'mme help you… You know I'm fluent in French…" he says, smirking. NO way I was gonna accept HELP from Weasel face…

"No," I began. "No help needed," I said, grinning. He frowned.

"Now go out," I said. He pulls a puppy-dog face.

"Please?" he asked, with his ever-so-strong American accent.

"Oh fine," I said. "But no disturbing me," I finished, looking back down at my book.

For the first 4 minutes, we kept on exchanging flirty glances, and smiling. But as we entered the 5th minute, Eddie said, "Oh gosh, I can't take it any longer," he said softly, suddenly kissing me.

"Yup. You. Are. Not. Disturbing. Me. At. All," I said sarcastically, in between the kisses. Eddie laughs softly. Finally, after a good 10 minutes of making out, he slips his hand under my shirt.

The man then grabbed me by my wrists and pinned me down. I screamed even though I knew no one would hear. I then felt his hands move under my shirt.

It played in my head. I let out a scream and pushed him away. I realized what had happened. I just pushed EDDIE away! Great, add another clue to his already BIG pile. I decide to pretend nothing happened.

"Yacker?" Eddie asked, looking at me in such a way, that I just had to tell him.

"During the summer," I began. Then I realized that I couldn't tell him. He looks at me strangely.

"Yes? During the summer…" his face dares me to go on.

"During the summer," I said, walking up to him and playing with his buttons on his blazer.

"I missed you so much," I whispered into his ear, and began kissing him softly. It fooled him and the kiss turned rough. I pushed all the terrifying images out of my head and focused of Eddie.

That, was, close.

Eddie's POV

The second time I slipped my hand under her shirt, I felt her tense up, so I quickly removed it. I was back in the room that Fabian and I share, and was just thinking about how Yacker has been acting since we got back from semester break. Screaming when I grabbed her arm back at school? Pushing me away, with an almost terrified look on her face when I slipped my hand under her shirt? My dad and her, talking and her not telling me what he wanted? It somehow didn't add up. But I knew something was going on.

What truly happened over the summer?

Patricia's POV

After Eddie went back to his room, I ran towards the bathroom, crying. I got my 'comforter' underneath the carpet and rolled up my blazer sleeve.

Stupid. How could you nearly let your boyfriend find out? Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"I know, I'm sorry," I mumbled to myself. Wow, was I now going insane, talking to myself?

Drip

Drip

Drip

This was the deepest time that I had ever cut. Shit, I was feeling dizzy. Then, BLACK.

I woke up, still in my uniform, on the bathroom floor. I try to stand up, but my legs gave away. Damn. I hold onto the basin and manage to stand up. I look at myself in the mirror. Blood. Blood everywhere. My hair, already being red, was soaked in blood. I decided that I had to clean up. No choice. I took a quick shower, then began to clean up the floor, where my blood had made swimming pool.

"Damn," I swear at myself, for my stupidity – I should have cleaned the floor before taking the shower. I sigh as I finish cleaning the mess and get in the shower again, just for a quick rinse.

"Ow," I mumble, wincing at the pain coming from my left wrist. I pulled it up to my face for a closer view. Wow… I had cut really deep. And maybe, even the blade was infected or dirty. I rinse my wrist with cold water. I get out the bandage and wrap it in around my wrist. Now, if someone asks, I can just say that it was a twisted wrist or something… I smile to myself as I put on some black tights and a long-sleeved purple tight top. Even if I had an excuse, Eddie (being the doofus he was) would sense that I was lying. I would only use it if ABSOLUTLY necessary – better safe than sorry…

"Patricia?" a voice calls.

"Yea, Trudy?" I answer.

"Dinner's ready!" she calls.

"Coming right down!" I reply, before quickly clipping back my still-wet-hair and running downstairs.

It's actually a miracle that no-one tried to come into the bathroom while I was in there. I was out for at least 3 hours…

At dinner

"Trixie, why you so pale?" Jerome asked. My heart skips a beat inside. I have to think of something fast…

"Because I'm so hungry, what do you think, Brainless?" I question.

"Nothing…" Jerome says, eyeing me.

GREAT. Another person.