Disclaimer: Would you believe me if I said I did own Shake it Up? No? Good, because I still don't.

AN: So, this chapter was the hardest for me to write. It's unbelievable, I had total writer's block with this. I knew exactly what I wanted to happen, but I didn't know how to write it! It's so stressful having to have every chapter live up to your expectations! But it's all good now, so…

Anyway, this chapter is lot longer than any of the others. It is, quite possibly, the longest chapter. .

Shout-outs: So, I've gotten a LOT of 'luv it, update!' style reviews. So, a shout-out to my stand-out reviewers who gave me more than that:

MusicDoll1155: Wow. I actually have no response for that, it made me so sad when I read your review. Thank you, and I'm glad you liked it.

DigiBoy1: Thank you, just, thank you. Your review honestly made my day, you rock! (I'd say more, but I think I've pretty much said everything to be said to you in our pm conversations…)

ScreamingAngel: I don't know whether to be proud or guilty about the fact that it made you cry. I'm going to take pride in affecting my readers in such a way… So, thank you! (Same goes to you, MusicDoll1155)

Jordan6452: Thank you, I feel special that you consider this one of the best Shake it Up stories. However, while I think it would be cool if Shake it Up did more episodes like this, but I don't think their ratings would go up. Mostly because Disney Channel is, after all, a kid's channel. Parents don't want their younger children watching shows about abuse with "tough and mature" content.

The Anonymous reviewer, who gave me no name, or any title to address you by, who talked about wanting to hear more about Flynn: Don't worry, I was already planning on giving more about Flynn's slow regain of memory, it's planned to appear in the sequel, so… yeah….

Did anyone else notice the sudden surge of Cece/Ty? What's up with that, did I miss something? (Not that I'm complaining…)

Lastly, this chapter is a lot longer than the rest, just saying. Also, I didn't edit this… at all, so if you see any blatant mistakes, please tell me.

Warning: This chapter contains some mature content. Little children, avert your eyes from the screen.

Cece Jones woke up the next morning on her living room couch, which was shared by Ty, Rocky and Flynn. She noticed Ty, sleeping sitting up on the far end of the couch, with Rocky's head on his shoulder. Cece herself had been sitting next to Rocky, linking arms with her, while Flynn had fallen asleep with his legs on her lap.

Disentangling herself quietly, so as to not wake anyone up, she stood up to look at the clock. Wow, it's already noon! But then again, we were all up until at least 3 in the morning, she thought. Wandering over to the window, she looked down at the street in front of her apartment building. There he was. Danny.

A surge of hot rage coursed through her. How dare he do that Rocky, then expect nothing to change. He obviously assumed that Rocky was going to forgive and forget the night before. He assumed wrong.

Cece longed for nothing more than to smack that self-assured smile right off of his face. He deserved to be arrested, scorned, and kicked in the crotch. At least that's what Cece felt. Rocky was so sweet, so innocent, she deserved someone kind, someone who cared for her. Not someone like Danny.

Consumed by rage, she sent one last cursory glance around the apartment before walking out to confront him.

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She walked right up to him, and slapped him across the face. His face registered shock for a millisecond, before warping into anger, "What the fuck?" he exclaimed.

"How dare you. Rocky deserves way better than you."

"So she told you, did she?" he murmured, a twisted glint in his ocean blue eyes, "I'll have to punish her for that. I told her she wasn't allowed to talk to you, you know."

"She's not a pet, you can't tell her what she can and can't do." Cece hissed angrily.

"Oh yes I can. Rocky belongs to me. I love her, and I'm going to teach her to fuckin' love me back"

"Asshole."

"Who the fuck do you think you are? You can't talk to me like that."

"Who the fuck do you think you are? You can't treat my best friend like that."

"I'll treat her however the hell I want to treat her. And there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Cece opened her mouth to retort, but he cut her off, "Rocky is worthless. She doesn't deserve me. She's so ugly, and boring, and average. She's effin' lucky to have me, no one else will ever love her."

Cece's retort was lost, as she was swamped with memories.

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"Daddy! Stop it! You're hurting me!" After a week of abuse, 7-year-old Cecelia wasn't used her father hurting her. What hurt more than the actual injuries was how it made her feel. He made her feel ugly and stupid, like she didn't deserve to live. Her daddy was supposed to love her and take care of her, so why was he hurting her? What did she do wrong?

"Do I look like I care? You deserve this." he said, releasing her arm.

"But daddy!" Cece exclaimed, cradling her injured arm, "I'm your little Cecelia, aren't I daddy? I thought you loved me?"

"Don't act stupider than you already are. You don't deserve to be my daughter. You're stupid, and worthless. You're ugly, and retarded. I deserve better than this."

"But, I thought I was your little Princess? Why don't you love me anymore, daddy?" Cece cried out.

Smack. "You're a freak now."

"But daddy, I'm still the same Cecelia. I didn't change at all, I'm still your little princess!"

"You're not my anything anymore. You're not my princess, you're not my little Cecelia. You're dirt under my shoes, and that's all you'll ever amount to. No one will ever love you. How could anyone love a girl like you?"

"You don't mean that do you daddy? Of course someone will love me!

He snorted in derision, and walked into the kitchen, and took a large gulp of the open bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter, as she blinked back her tears.

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Fire lit up in her eyes. Without thinking, she punched him in the face. This ended now. She done with him causing her to remember her dad, and there was no fuckin' way she was going to let him hurt Rocky more than he already had. There was no way she was letting Rocky go through everything she had.

But she underestimated Danny. For a moment, he allowed himself to grip his face and swear angrily. But then, anger rose in his eyes, and he pushed her roughly against the side of apartment building. She winced as her back collided with the brick wall, and she struggled against his grip as he held her pinned against the wall.

"Looks like you need to be taught a lesson in respect. You are nothing but a stupid little girl." he hissed sickeningly in her ears, she struggled and finally managed to catch him by surprise enough to push him off of her. She fled, but was stopped as she ran into Ty and Rocky, who were walking out the apartment building.

"Well, well, well, Rocky. Long time no see." Danny said from behind Cece. He grabbed Cece's arm none too gently, and yanked her closer to him.

"Let go of her, Danny." Rocky said, trying to sound brave, but her fear was given away by the tremble in her voice.

"That's Danny?" Ty asked, incredulously.

"Let go of me." Cece said angrily, "I said, let go of me!"

"Dude, just let go of her." Ty said, hiding his anger.

"I don't think I will. Your little girlfriend needs to be taught a lesson. See what she did to me?" He said, pointing to his eye, which was already turning black and blue.

Cece ignored the 'little girlfriend' jab, and retorted, "And I'll do it again if you don't let go of me!"

"Silly little girl. You really think you're a match for me?" He chuckled wickedly, and pulled a knife from his jacket.

"You're sick." Ty cut in, disgusted.

He laughed, "Pity I'm the best your sister can do!"

Rocky hung her head dejectedly. Cece angrily stomped on his foot, causing him to swear angrily, clutching at his injured foot.

"Shit!" He swore loudly, before recovering his twisted, sadistic attitude, "I guess you need this lesson more than I thought. I'm going to take you right now."

"Take her where?" Ty asked suspiciously.

"Right here, of course." Danny replied, and Ty finally caught the double entendre in his statement.

"Wait, what?" Rocky asked, confused.

"It means he's going to rape her." Ty clarified angrily.

"Caught on, did you? You two can watch and everything! And if you try to stop me, I'll kill her! Isn't this fun?"

"You know," Cece began, trying to buy herself some time, "I would've originally marked you as a sadist, but, I guess you're a masochist as well, if I turned you on by giving you a black eye."

"Shut up."

"No thanks."Shut up, Cece, her mom's voice rang out in her head, all the training and survival guides say to let rapists have their way. If you try to stop them, they'll only hurt you more. But I can't, her mind argued back in exasperation, I'm done letting guys like him stomp all over me, I'm going to fight back this time

"What are you doing with my sister!" Flynn screamed, running down the steps in front of the building to join Rocky and Ty, closely followed by Mrs. Jones, who was on the phone with the chief of police.

"Yes, Danny Gardella, charges of rape and abuse against a 15-year-old girl- Oh my god, he has my daughter!" she exclaimed as she took in the scene.

"Oh look at this, your baby brother came out to see the show. And your mother, too. Is your daddy gonna come save his baby girl?"

Tears stung angrily in her eyes, and she stomped down again on his foot.

"Would you stop that!"

"Yes, ma'am." She said sarcastically.

"Shut up, or I'm going to kill you."

"If that'll make you finally let go of me, than go ahead." Cece replied, more bravely than she felt.

"Why would it make me let you go?"

Cece murmured "necrophiliac" under her breath, so that only Danny heard her.

"I said shut up!" He yelled, pushing the knife into her neck, watching as a single bead of blood dripped out of the small wound, "However, I've decided to do you a favor."

"And what's that?"

"I figure if I do this in front of your brother, he'll be scarred for life. So, I'll take you somewhere where he doesn't have to see." And with that, he picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and walked off, knife poised at the back of her neck.

Don't panic Cece. Everything will be fine. Take a deep breath. She opened her eyes, and her eyes caught Ty's as everyone she cared about shrunk into the distance. She wished they were following her. But she supposed they were just trying to help. They probably knew he would hurt her if they followed, and that she didn't want them to see her so helpless.

Then the idea hit her.

"You know, I can see why Rocky dated you. You're the sexiest guy I've ever seen. That's why I was mad, I was jealous that you liked Rocky more than me." she lied through her teeth.

He grinned arrogantly. He was buying it! Time to turn it up a notch…

"Can you please stop? This looks like a good place to 'take me' as you put it." she murmured as flirtatiously as she could.

"Of course." he said, his voice heavy. He set her down, and shoved her against the wall. Cece could see a Ty and Rocky in the distance, followed by a squad of people in police uniforms, her mother among them.

She took a deep breath. She only had one shot at this. She kissed him. He kissed back hard and rough and wrong, but she forced herself to submit to him.

"Can you drop the knife?" She mumbled seductively.

"What for?" He said, suspiciously.

She thought quick, "I want you to be able to use both your hands."

He dropped the knife, and she discreetly kicked it away. Then she attacked. She bit his lip, which was conveniently located between her teeth, and punched him again, as she brought up her knee colliding into his crotch. Off-balance and in pain, he fell to floor when she kicked him in the shin.

"And that," Cece declared victoriously, "is why you do not mess with Cece Jones"

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