A/N . This chapter explains a lot. This story is rated M for a reason. This chapter has rape scenes. Brace yourself.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

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May 20th, 2009. 7:02 P.M.

I couldn't help but jump every time a heard a cab going by. After all, my father, or that guy,as I referred to him,would be in one of them. I had to be extra careful. Since we lived on the upper west side, in new york city, and Sam lived on the lower east side. I only had a block to go. I walked hastily on that last yard until freedom. I finally made it to her one story town house. I knocked three times before she fucking answered. She way a pretty girl, I suppose. She had dyed black shoulder length hair. Sam had heavily eye-lined blue-green eyes. Her left eye had a speck of brown in them. She was pretty in her own way. Count on Sam to wear a low cut tank-top. For being only fourteen she had fucking massive cleavage. She was probably a 36B or even C. Massive cleavage as opposed to my 32B. She was wearing her skinny jeans that looked like they were painted on. It left nothing for the imagination. She had a hot body, and she loved to show it. Its not like she cared people called her a slut.

"Alice what are you doing here?", She questioned.

" Well, obviously seeing the bags in my hand, I've come to live with you!", I said excitedly.

"But only if thats okay with you...",I trailed off nervously.

"Of course, babe! I love you like a sister, and I would love you to live with me! Come on in."

She ushered me in her all white town house. It had a hallway when you walked in. It had two bedrooms on either side of the hallway. It was all wood floors. At the end of the hallway, it had a kitchen and living room. The best part of it was every bedroom had a bathroom. I fucking loved her house. It was awesome. Better than my 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment.

She gave me a tour of her house. I already knew where everything was though. It was a mental thing.

" So what happened, Ali?", She questioned with nervousness coloring her tone.

"I'm kicked out of school for calling a bitch. It's true though. I'm in deep shit though. Im probably in sooo much trouble. And then I thought... Why not come live with my bffffff for a month or so...?", I answered.

" Oh. Wow. Well I wont come to school tomorrow, Wednesday, or Thursday. Considering you wont be there, it wont be any fun without you. But you know you cant runaway from your problems." , She said, referring to me living with her. I think I just about exploded right there. I startled myself, though. Anger wasn't an emotion I wasnt very familiar with. I was getting a bit more familiar with it lately now. That and angst.

" What the fuck are you talking about?! You always runaway from your problems! If I ,ahem, have to remind you, you smoke weed, drink alcohol, and cut! But no. Im fucking wrong. You dont runaway from your fucking problems.", I yelled sarcastically.

" I guess I do. And Speaking of weed, I need to fucking smoke.", she stated before walking away to her backyard, starting to light up the weed, and smoking. I followed her.

" Pass me it.", I said, referring to the joint.

" You. Smoking?! Haha. Good one Ali! And by the way, April Fools Day was 2 months ago!", Sam roared. She started giggling non-stop. I wasn't sure if it was because she was getting high, or if she really thought it was funny. I was sure that it was probably A little of both.

"Sam. I'm not kidding. Pass me the fucking joint, damn it.", I demanded, half seriously, half not.

" Okay, damn it! Oh. And this is probably your first time. So you might cough a bit.", She informed me.

Okay. I got the joint, and inhaled it. She was 100% right. I spluttered and coughed. Second time I inhaled, I didn't cough, surprising as it is. I only had to inhale about 20 more times, and I started seeing unicorns and rainbows. And, fuck. Was I hungry! Luckily, Sam made toquitos. They are now my favorite food. They were so damn good!

"We should probably like get to bed. Its like 12.", Sam told me.

"It's 12! Oh my gosh. We should get to bed! Fuck. My parents already probably know about this!", I said, referring to living with her.

" You told them where you were going to go!", She roared, clearly angry.

"No! I just said I was at a friends house.", I reassured her.

" Okay! Good.", She finally exhaled.

"Can we go to bed now? I'm really tired. Its been a really long day.", I said with a yawn as if to prove my point. The day's events replayed in my head.

" Yeah. Sure. Your room is first room on the right. And i'm across the hall if you need me.", she said suggestively.

As if I would need her.

"Okay, whatever. And Sam. Really. Thank you, for everything. I love you. :)

Ugh. Today's been the most exhausting day, mentally and physically. I couldn't wait till I got out of my blazing hot shower, and then I could get some fucking sleep. Ha. NOT. I had been having nothing but nightmares. Especially after that night. I shuddered and quickly brushed it off.

" Earth to Alice Brandon! I said I love you too, and to get to bed!", Clearly looking at my deep, purple circles under my eyes.

" Sorry. 'Night.", I said as I walked into my new, pitch black room. I quickly ran to the bathroom, my weed high clearly gone. I hated the dark. Especially now after that night. Wow. I was thinking about that a lot these days. I brushed it off like nothing. But it really wasn't nothing. Whatever. I shed my clothes and got in the blazing shower. I liked very hot showers now, I felt like it shed the touch of him. I knew it never would. I put my orchid shampoo in my hair. I quickly rinsed it out, and replaced the shampoo in my hair with conditioner. While it was in my hair, I shaved my legs. As soon as I was done, I rinsed out my conditioner, and got out. I wrapped a towel around my self, and looked in the mirror. My mid-back black hair was now wavy, because of being wet. I had greenish-brown hazel eyes. I had a small, athletic frame. I quickly dried off put my pj's on and went to bed. I lied in bed, thinking about that painful night.

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Flashback,

December 15th , 2008.

" We look hot! I cant wait to go to this party!", Sam told me.

We really did look hot. I was wearing a steep low-cut V-neck. And very,very tight skinny jeans.

Sam was wearing a low-cut tank top, as usual, And a very tight, short denim skirt. I surprised it barely covered her ass. We were going to a college party, at NYU. We only being thirteen, almost fourteen, were psyched. It was at an NYU frat party. Sam knew amazing connections. It also helped her brother went there. My make-up looked amazing , thanks to Sam. I was wearing eyeliner, mascara, and blush. My hair was flat-ironed, like always. I felt hot!

" We need to go now, Ali.", Sam said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Oh. Okay then. Let's go.", I said as I making my way out of my apartment, and into the night. I instantly hailed a cab.

" NYU fraternity house, please.", I told the cab driver, who kept staring at us , like he actually had a chance with one of us. Give me a fucking break.

" So what are you ladies doing at NYU? You ladies students there?", The cab driver asked, either trying to make small talk, or trying to figure out if he had a chance with us. With him being ,like, 40. I mentally gagged. Ewww. I also giggled. Did we really look that old?

" No, sir. We are going to a party there.", I said as he parked in front of the frat house.

" Be careful, and have fun. But not too much fun..", he said with a wink. I handed him a twenty, and stepped out with Sam. As soon as we were walking up the front steps and near the door, I felt some thing was wrong. Something just didn't feel right.. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it just didn't.

"Hello there, hotties. Coming into the party?", the hot guy at the door asked. He wasnt just hot, he was really hot. He was about 6"2. He had sparkling blue eyes, and they looked like they were hiding something. Like they held a secret. That scared me. But I brushed it off. Dark brown hair. It was short. And a lean, muscular body. He was wearing a bright blue polo, and almost-skinny jeans. I blushed at the word 'Hotties'.

We went inside. There wasn't much to do besides make-out and have sex. So I went over by the hot door guy.

"Hi. I'm Ali. Whats your name?", I asked him.

" James. Maybe we should go upstairs to my room, where you know we can talk more? ", he said suggestively, with a wink.

" Okay.", I answered.

He took my hand and led me up the stairs. I didn't really know what I was doing, but I thought we would be just talking. Little , naïve , person I was. If I only knew what I was in for...

Where was sam?! She had to see this. I scanned that crowd. She was nowhere to be seen.

" Here. This is my room..... " , He said and pushed me inside.

" Okay. So what do you want to talk abo-" , I was cut off by him slamming his lips against mine. My hormones took over. I kissed back and my lips parted. He shoved his tongue in my mouth. He took a minute to shove my shirt over my head. What?! Making out was fine. But having sex?! I wasn't ready for this.

" James. Im not ready to have sex. I thought that we were just making out and talking. But now this? Im not ready for this...." , I trailed off, whispering. Fear was crippling me. The look in James eyes was terrifying. It was filled with lust, and anger. Not a good combo. James was in his boxers by now. I was in my bra and jeans.

" Shut up you little bitch. You listen to me, if you scream, or say one word. I will kill you. Understand?!", he yelled. Then slapped. That fucking hurt..

"Okay.", I whispered.

He ripped my jeans off. I felt too open. I was only in my bra and underwear.

He soon ripped both off, too soon. He practically shoved him self inside of me. I was in so much pain. Now only because he was HUGE and was shoving himself inside me, but the cab drivers words repeated in my head over and over again. " be careful." I was being raped.

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That was the same dream that haunted me every night, for the past 5 1/2 months. Then I thought something that I had never before. I was raped.

A/N. What do you think? Review! And sorry for the 2 day wait. I apologize. But I wanted it to be detailed and good. And I hope it is. Tell me! REVIEW :) And I need a beta... :D