AN: I have to say, the people who review are quite amazing. And, yes, I did go with my plan and I changed the rating. It's probably not what some of you had in mind, though.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, but I would like to own Mello and/or Matt.

Chapter 8 - Taken

I sat down in the shower, tears probably still running down my face. I felt like the steam from the hot water was suffocating me. The water was also burning my skin and making it turn pink.

I felt like I couldn't cry anymore and I wasn't quite sure whether I was or wasn't.

I looked at my cuts, which were already starting to scab over. Well, the ones on my wrist and hand were. The cuts on my thighs were going to scar – if I let them. The 'L' in 'Love' had reopened due to the water pressure and was giving the water a pink tinge.

I was brought back from my thoughts when the door opened.

My breath caught in my throat as the shower curtain was drawn aside, revealing my father.

I was terrified. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I knew what was coming. I knew what was going to happen to me.

"Your mother is a bitch," he slurred, "Make yourself useful, you bastard."

I held back a scream as he pulled me out of the shower and against the sink.

Oh, God, no.

I felt extreme pressure against my asshole and then

Pain

I could feel the skin and tissue tearing. A buzzing filled my ears, so I couldn't hear how loud I was screaming, but I could feel my throat starting to get sore.

I tried to get away, but it just sent more pain seering through my body.

I tried to block out my father's moans and grunts by screaming louder. I bit my lip to concentrate on that pain. I could taste the blood.

My vision started to blur around the edges and my mind shut down.

It was all black.

I woke up coughing up some of the blood I swallowed into the already red bath water.

Not only were my ass and lip sore, but I had 8 tiny crescent-moon shape scars on my hips that stung like a bitch.

I could remember it all to clearly.

I wanted to cry, but I held it back.

I was through with being a coward.

I was through with being weak.

I was just raped. I've been abused – by my father, by the douches at school, and by myself – for far to long.

I'm taking control of my life.

The first thing I'm going to do is run away.

AN: That was a short chapter. Sorry.