A/N: I'm very, very sorry for the delay. School's been crazy lately and I've even been doing my homework during Christmas :S. Anyway, here's the new chapter. Hope you enjoy it.

Warning: Child abuse! Plz don't read if that makes you uncomfortable.

Chapter Five:

"Hey baby girl, are you alright?"

The girl looked up from the book she was reading when her Uncle came into the room. She was glad it was him, and not Aunt Jessie. "Why were you and Aunt Jessie yelling?"

"It was nothing, sweetie. We just had… a different opinion about something."

The girl nodded. "But why is Aunt Jessie so mad at me?"

"She wasn't mad at you, Abby. Not really."

"Then who was she mad at?"

Uncle David didn't speak for a moment. "Herself, I think."

"Why?" The little girl's look was full of confusion.

Uncle David shook his head. "Listen Abby, what's important is that she was wrong. There's nothing wrong with believing in monsters. Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed."

"Your Uncle was quoting G. K. Chesterton?" Tony asked.

Abby smiled. "And you recognise it? While it's not from a movie?"

Tony blushed a little. "Please, continue."

"Anyway, I don't think she'll react like that again, sweethart."

The little girl nodded. She was glad. Her Aunt scared her. "But I'm still afraid of the monster, Uncle David. It's still under my bed."

Uncle David smiled and lowered himself to his knees, so that he could look underneath the girl's bed. Then he waved his arms. "Go away, monster! Stay away from my little Abby!"

Then he looked at his niece. "There you go, the monster is gone."

The girl smiled and hugged the man. "Thank you, Uncle David!"

"You're welcome, sweetie." And he smelled her hair.

"Creepy," Tony said.

"Yeah, he was a creep," Abby whispered. "I just didn't know it back then. I was still really confused, because in my mind Aunt Jessie was the bad guy, or girl, and he was the good guy. But he protected her. And then there was the fight they had. So I really didn't know what to think anymore."

"Are you cold?" Uncle David asked the little girl. She shook her head, her black hair waving through the air. "You sure?" Her Uncle asked again.

She smiled. "Maybe a little."

"Well, we should do something about that, right?"

"A warm bath?" the girl asked excited.

The Uncle laughed. "We could do that. Or, I could just keep you warm. I'm really good at that, you know."

The girl was dissapointed. She really was looking forward to the bath. But her Uncle was warm and strong and he smelled nice. So she nodded. "Okay."

Uncle David sat down on her bed. "Come here," he said and she came. "Sit on my lap," he said and she sat on her lap. "Just sit back," he said and she just sat back. "Relax and feel the warmth," he said and she relaxed and felt the warmth. "Just trust me," he whispered and she trusted him. He was her uncle. He was married to her mom's sister. She could trust him.

He started rubbing her shoulders. She could feel his warmth spred into her body, through his big hands on her back. He let his hands go down over her arms, over her legs, until he'd reached her feet. And then he went up again, but on the inside of her legs. And after that he went even further up, to her chest, until he'd reached her cheeks.

"I knew something was wrong," Abby said, tears on her cheeks. "But I didn't know what. It sounds stupid, but I didn't know that wasn't supposed to happen. Well you know, my father didn't do it, b-but…" She started crying.

"Oh, Abby," Tony whispered. He stepped towards her and put his arms around her shoulders, not noticing the tears running down his own cheeks. He never thought that his happy Goth would have a secret like this.

"M-my Aunt kn-knew what he-he was doing, b-but she…" Abby stammered in tears.

"Sssh, Abby, just breathe," Tony tried to soothe her. "It's okay, I'm here."

Abby took a few deep breaths and calmed down a little bit. "He-he did that more than once when I stayed with them. A few times when I took a bath. But every night he'd come sit on my bed and… and…"

"I've got you, Abbs," Tony shushed. "It's okay."

"Aunt J-Jessie… She started to look at me with a-a really st-strange look in her-her eyes. It wasn't p-pity or anything… Sh-she almost looked s-satis… satisfied. L-like she knew that he would stay with her as long… as long as he c-could also have-have a ch-child to…"

Tony held her even firmer, trying to do anything to somehow support her. To show her how sorry he was that something like that had happened to her.

'It's only good for that bastard he's already dead and I didn't get my hands on him,' he thought.

A/N: Love it? Hate it? Plz let me know, this was a difficult chapter to write and I'm not really satisfied…