A/N: Thanks for all the amazing reviews last chapter. Keep um' coming!

Just a little warning, some parts of this chapter could be considered M. It probably happened in other chapters too, but I always forget the warning. Also, this story will soon be over. Insert tear here.

My mind was racing while sobs racked my body.

Soda and Steve just stood there, watching me as my body was overcome by my emotions. God knows what they were thinking about me at the moment.

Two-bit was wrong, though. I didn't sleep around. I would never, but apparently my word wasn't good enough.

I wasn't saying that what I did do was alright, but it sure wasn't as slutty as being a prostitute, right? I mean, all I did was make out with guys and possibly a little bit of pleasing. That couldn't possibly be as bad.

I looked up slowly at Steve and Soda. They looked extremely uncomfortable. I shook my head, starting to stand up.

"I-I'm sorry," I said, grabbing my jacket, "I just can't believe-" I shook my head as tears kept falling.

My cheek stung and I knew there'd be a nice bruise there later. I took in a shaky breath.

"Listen, he's wrong," I looked up, giving a strange scoff, "It's fucking wrong."

It was almost as if I was talking more to myself then them, but that was okay. I needed the proof for myself.

He was wrong. Completely and utterly wrong.

Wasn't he?

I shook my head and started out of the store. Not only was this killing my self esteem, but it was extremely humiliating.

As soon as I got out the door I started running as fast as my legs would allow myself. The wind whipped the hot tears against my face, causing it to feel a little cooler. I breathed heavily as a sick feeling settled in my stomach.

What was wrong with me?

I really was going insane.

Damn.

I slowed down as I neared the corner of the path. I held my stomach, but knew that wouldn't stop anything from coming up.

I felt dizzy and exhausted, everything hitting me at once. I heaved myself foreword, coughing a little. My stomach twisted and anything I'd eaten in the past twelve hours was brought up.

I wished I had someone to comfort me, tell me everything was going to be alright. Sadly, though, I didn't.

I wiped my mouth and looked up towards the sky. The weather was pretty lousy, clouds and cold.

Suckish weather for my already suckish day? Fucking fantastic.

I laughed loudly, a laugh that taunted my own troubles. I squeezed my eyes shut tight as the laugh increased. People were staring, but who was I to care? In a few hours I'd probably have a name around this town and it probably wouldn't be a very enjoyable one.

For some reason, this was pretty funny. I mean, come one. How much bad luck can one person go through in their life?

Apparently a lot.

I stopped laughing, taking a few short breaths. I realized people really were looking, but it didn't matter.

I was still crying, the salty tears burning my cheeks. I choked back a sob as I pushed my hair out from in front of my face. I wiped some sweat off my forehead.

I started walking, my body shaking from my heavy crying. It suddenly seemed a lot more dense outside and it was bothering me. It was almost like everything was closing in. It reminded me of Jack, forcing me and closing me in. He wouldn't stop.

Now it felt like the world was closing in on me, hurting me. As if the earth was forcing me to do something, think about something and it was crazy.

I shook my head.

"Oh my God," I moaned, holding my hand to my aching forehead. I was going insane and it hurt.

XXX

I finally reached my house, tears still flowing freely. I was stumbling and I felt drunk, which wasn't exactly what I wanted to feel.

I walked into the house, the lousy feeling still there.

I flopped down onto the couch, shutting my eyes as tight as I could, trying to stop the tears from swimming.

My body tensed as everything ran through my head.

I couldn't help it. I let out a blood curdling scream.

It felt good, but it probably wasn't one of the smartest things I'd ever done.

Jack stumbled lazily into the room.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked, while I looked up at him. I rolled my eyes, wiping some more sweat off my forehead.

I smirked, "I'm not sure," I rubbed my chin pretending to think, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Now, you must understand, I was feeling pretty fucked up at that moment. Everything was hitting me at once again. Jack raping me, Dally trying to trick me and Two-bit accusing me about stuff he didn't even let me explain.

Jack's face was priceless and if I hadn't been so out of it I would've been scared. But, no.

I laughed.

"What do you think is so funny little girl?" He grumbled, an obvious edge to his voice. I was really regretting everything I'd ever done bad in my entire life, but that thought was tucked so far back inside my mind that I just pushed it away.

I rolled my eyes at Jack, laughing a little more, "Oh c'mon," I was really pushing my luck here, but why would I care? If no one else did why should I? "What in God's name would I be doing that would be funny enough to laugh about?"

I really was a pretty stupid person at that moment.

Jack scoffed, "Are you bein' smart with me?" he chuckled a little, "I don't like smart asses that much."

Maybe if I got him mad enough he'd hit me. Then, I would be knocked out for awhile and my worries would be gone for a couple of hours.

Yep, insanity was definitely overtaking me.

"I ain't bein' smart with anyone," I stated defensively. He apparently didn't appreciate my tone very much because he took a threatening step towards me and my heart skipped a beat as he did.

"I will beat you little girl," he smirked, that same smirk I had to suffer from in the alley, "and don't think I won't do other things."

I felt myself tense and he stepped even closer to me. My body was still sprawled out on the couch. My lousy feeling was being replaced by flat out fear.

"You know," and just the way he said that I didn't like how things were going, " you're a cute little thing."

My eyes widened as he pushed some of my hair out of my face. It was causing chills to run up and down my spine. More tears were springing and I was sweating bullets.

"Really got my blood boiling, ya' know?" he leaned down a little and my breath hitched in my throat, "Really heated me up."

I felt his breath as he leaned in close.

"You're a beautiful girl ya' know that?" he chuckled a little, leaning even closer. So close in fact, that we were almost cheek and cheek, "A real Beauty."

And this time I actually got the courage to do what I couldn't last time.

"Get the fuck off me!" I shot up from the couch and sprung to my feet. He looked baffled and I was just getting started.

I shook my head. Something had to be said. Something, anything! This wasn't fair. I shouldn't of had to deal with it. The pain and ignorance. That wasn't fair to me!

"I know you don't give a shit about me or what I have to say, but hell, I'm gunna say it anyways!" I was yelling my lungs out, but I didn't care. I needed to get this off my chest, "You, you're a monster! You're an ass and a jerk!" I took a breath, but it didn't help any.

He looked like he wanted to cut me off, but I wasn't going to let him. I was gunna get my words out even if it killed me. And by the look on Jack's face it looked as if death might occur.

"You don't deserve to fucking touch me just because you're a pervert!" I told him. Jack's face was scrunched up as he cringed.

"You're a fucked up man and you need help, but I know you wouldn't take it if you got the chance," I started to talk through gritted teeth, "You ruined my life. I don't give a damn if it was shit already because you made it about as bad as it could get!"

I thought about how my life probably hit it's all time low when Two-bit had yelled, but it really hadn't.

I'd already hit rock bottom. Two-bit's outburst just added more stuff to my problems on rock bottom.

"Don't you ever think that maybe you could've been a normal guy?" I sobbed out, holding my heart. I buried my face in my hands, letting out a couple of sobs.

"You're horrible, ya' know that?" I looked up, shaking my head, "You're fucking horrible," I yelled out.

When I looked back down I saw this look in Jack's eyes. It was one I recognized, but never from him.

I stared off, remembering.

XXX

I was running around with Two-bit. I was four and he was seven. We weren't really old enough to walk around alone, only with friends, and everyone else was busy that day.

Our mom was cooking dinner in the kitchen and our dad was outside, mowing the lawn.

Two-bit was kicking a ball to me and I could tell he was getting bored. He never had much fun with me because he said I was too little to do anything exciting.

Our dad wasn't watching us a lot, probably thinking we wouldn't be doing anything too crazy.

He was slightly wrong, though.

Being seven, Two-bit wasn't easily amused, specifically when he was being forced to play with me, his little sister, instead of his friends.

He loved me and all, but little boys don't exactly enjoy hanging out with their baby sister.

Two-bit snickered a little to himself then kicked the ball as hard as he could. I watched as it flew by me and over into the road.

"Hey!" I yelled, putting my hands on my hips, "Why'd you do that?"

Two-bit laughed and shook his head, "Go get it kid or else we might not get it back!"

I huffed, but followed Two-bit's order. I skipped over towards the road. It didn't look like any cars were coming or going so I ran to the other side where the ball was slowly rolling

I picked it up then turned back around. I looked back over to my house where I saw my dad with a panicked look on his face. He had a hold of Two-bit's arm and I scrunched my nose.

"Daddy?" I said, as I started to take my first step. I stopped abruptly as a car zoomed right in front of me. I fell back and the ball fell out of my hands.

I felt tears coming to my little eyes. I sniffled and let out a small cry.

I suddenly felt a strong pair of arms wrap around my small body and lift me up. They smoothed my hair down in the back and rubbed small circles on my back.

I coughed a little into their shoulder and they pulled me away. I looked into the eyes of my dad through my tears. I saw the look in his eyes, showing me he cared.

"Don't you ever do that again?" he pulled me back to him as I let out another sob, "You got that?"

I nodded my head into his shoulder and forced out a 'yes'. We were off the road by then, but still across the street from our house. I looked down and saw Two-bit looking up sheepishly.

"W-what about you're b-ball?" I sobbed out to him. Two-bit waved his hand at me, letting me know to let it go.

"It don't matter. I can get another one."

XXX

I knew that look that Jack held in his eyes. He cared.

The look left his eyes as soon as it had come, though, and it was replaced with anger.

Me and my big mouth were going to get me nowhere in life.

I watched as his hands went back and came foreword, pushing me against the wall. It knocked the wind out of me and I gasped for air as I hit the ground. I started coughing and I held onto my stomach because it was starting to ache.

Jack laughed, "This is classic," he stated, "You thought I'd care," he laughed evilly. I stood up slowly and balanced myself carefully on the wall, coughing a little more. I shook my head as tears swam.

"You do!" I tried to yell, but finding it difficult with my lack of air, "I saw it! You do care!"

He laughed and kicked my knee, knocking me on the ground. I let out a cry while he pretended to wipe away a fake tear.

"You wish I cared little girl!" He kicked my side and I grinded my teeth together as the pain hit my recently healed rib, "Ever since that daddy of yours died all you have searched for was someone who cared!"

Jack growled under his breath and brought his fist back. I guarded my face, even though it didn't make much sense how his fist would get down there. He threw his fist foreword and it punched the wall, leaving a tiny dent.

He let out a small chuckle and shook his head, "But guess what?" he kicked me one last time, my guess was just for the fun of it, "Nobody cares."

He walked away and I lay on the floor as tears burned the rims of my eyes and fell willingly. I let out a sob as Jack's words made a mark on my brain.

Nobody cared.

It was true. People used to care. Almost everyone used to care, but Two-bit now hated me and Soda probably did too. My mom stopped caring a long time ago and when the hell did Jack even consider giving a shit? I had no one and really no one had me.

It hurt and I couldn't handle it.

I was done. Finished.

I was tired and I wanted it all to go away.

I was done and no one was going to stop me from finishing it all.

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