AN: Sorry it's been a couple days since I have updated a bunch of my friends just came home from Christmas leave so we've been partying it up...well they have I just hung around and laughed at there stupidity. And then I had writers block. Go figure. But i'm back now, woo hoo.

Keyboard is still broken so can't have to much fun :[

Anyways, here goes nothin. Dont forget to review pleeeease.

"Now go get yourself clean you dirty whore," he says as he walks out the room.

I lay in the fetal position and sob till my chest aches.

The next day at school I try and avoid my friends but as I pull into the parking lot James is standing in his usual spot. Great. I have my hair in a messy bun, and no makeup on which is unusal I pride myself on looking good. I have on a giant hoodie, with the hood over my head so no one can see the bruises on my arms, also.

After I park the car, I sit there for a minute trying to keep my breathing even as I stare at James. He seems to be in a good mood as he is waiting for me to get out of the car, practically bouncing up and down. Sighing I get out of the car, wrap my bag over my shoulder and walk away ignoring James.

"Alice," he calls.

"What?" I mumble, not looking at him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just want to be alone right now, James."

He either didn't hear me or he is ignoring that part since he walks right along side me. That irritates me to no end but I don't say anything more.

"I went to your house last night," he says, and I freeze in my tracks. He doesn't seem to notice that since he keeps on talking. "I knocked on your window, I guess you had your music to loud to hear so I left since your dad pulled up."

So it was him at my window. Should have known he's the only one who does that. Says it's fun sneaking in through the window when he knows it doesn't matter if he comes to the front door.

"I was sleeping." I say.

"Oh well that makes sense."

We've reached our lockers now and the Queen Bitch is right on James' heels.

"James," she calls.

He sighs and continues to dig through his locker as if he's looking for something important, which I know he's not. She stops behind him and taps him on the shoulder, ignoring me completely, which I don't mind one bit.

"Heather, what can I do for you?" James asks, through clenched teeth.

"Just wanted to let you know you can sit with me today at lunch," she says," instead of the losers you are usually with."

"Great, I'll keep that in mind."

"Okay, good," she says in a perky voice and walks off.

"She so wants you," I say to him, briefly forgetting that I am trying to ignore everyone today.

"Ah, but you see my sweet, I only have eyes for one," he says, and winks at me and giving me a lazy smile. I can't help but smile back a little.

"Your Grandma still doesn't count, Hatter."

"But she's so awesome."

"I'm sure she is," I say laughing.

"Well I'll see you in gym, Alice," he before he walks off.

Shit. I forgot about gym. This just isn't going to go well for me. Why do I have to live in the south where it barely gets cold. Whereas it's still snowing in other places.

Grummbling I grab my books and slam my locker, stalking off to gym.

I'm happy we have seperate stalls to get dressed in so that no one will see ALL of the bruises just the ones on my arms, since I decided to wear sweat pants. I have at least six on each leg from last night and just a little less on my arms.

Letting my hair down so that it covers the bruise on my face I walk to the bleachers and sit by James, as usual. He glances over at me and smiles and then looks puzzled.

"I thought you had your hair up?" he asks.

"My hair tie broke," I lie.

"Oh," he mumbles and looks back over to the person he was talking to.

I don't know the guy so he must be new here. He is tall like James, maybe a couple inches shorter, can't really tell since he is sitting down. He has blonde hair so light it looks white. He has spider bite peircings on his lips and also an eyebrow ring. I must admit he is kinda hot.

He sees me looking at him and I glance away, blushing. "Hi, i'm Whitey," he says holding out his hand.

"Alice," I say shaking it and quickly pull back so him and James dont see the bruises. But it was to late.

"What happened to your arm?" James ask.

"Hmm?" I ask, feigning [not sure if thats spelled right] dumb. "Oh, I don't know."

I try and tuck my arms in, but he grabs it and examines the bruises. I try and pull back but he wont let go which starts making me panic.

"Please, James. Let me go," I ask desperately, still pulling. People are starting to stare.

"Did someone hit you?"

"No, just let me go."

"Alice, what happened?" He says a little louder.

I jerk my arm free and run down the bleachers to the gym door. James is right behind me and grabs me pulling me into a janitors closet.

"Alice. What. Happened." He says each word like a sentence.

"My dad.." I say, crying silently. "H...h..he did some bad things..,"

Dun dun dunnnn cliff hanger. Will she tell him what happened? What happens if she does? We'll find out soon. Dont worry.