A/N: I've spent most of my day rehersing for our show and I've kinda screwed my ankle and I've spent the day dancing on it, which probably wasn't a good idea but nevermind. This chapter deals with rape and abuse.

Enjoy

Addison looked at the state of her lounge the next morning and sighed. It was a mess. She wasn't going to have another house party in a while. She began to clean it all up, keeping her arms covered. The bleeding had stopped but it had left pink moist cuts. She sighed as she threw the trash into a black bag.

Once she has finished cleaning up, the doorbell rang. By now it was lunch time and Addison was hungry. She walked to the door and pulled it open, revealing Steve who walked straight in. "Least it's cleaner than last night." He looked around. "Shut the door we don't want people seeing our business." Addison shut the door and turned to face him. "I want you upstairs."

"Why?"

"Just go upstairs." He took hold of her arm and pushed her towards the stairs, walking up after her. "Sit on the bed." He pushed her down and began kissing her roughly. She wriggled beneath him and he pinned her down. "Now you enjoyed it last time, so be a good girl again." She looked up at him and froze. She couldn't have enjoyed it before, could she? Steve kissed her again and let his hands roam her body. She felt so uncomfortable but could do nothing to stop him. He began to take off her clothes, leaving her in her underwear, he took no notice of her arms, she meant nothing to him. He unclasped her bra before moving his hands down to her panties, sliding them off her hips. Quickly he undressed and parted her legs. Addison stared up at the ceiling feeling his hands on her, and closed her eyes as she felt him enter her painfully. She could feel his weight on her, moving against her skin. His mouth moved to her shoulder where he began to suck her flesh before biting, making her whimper in pain.

"Shush." He growled and moved his mouth back to her shoulder and began to bite again. Addison squeezed her eyes shut as he began to thrust harder into her, moans leaving his lips. She tried to block it all out, trying to feel numb and not feel anything.

It didn't seem long before he moaned deeply, filling her, before he rolled off onto her bed, breathing heavily. Once he had caught his breath, he turned on his side, moving his hand to one of her breasts, playing with her nipple. She closed her eyes again and squirmed. "No moving." He pinned her down again and let his hand travel downwards.

"I don't want to do this Steve." Addison whispered.

"You what?" He looked at her. "Did you say you don't want to do this anymore?" She nodded. "Well guess what, you have no choice about this." He spat pulling his hand away, sitting up. "You don't do anything anyway, no one says no to me." He slapped her hard across the face, catching her eye. She winced and instantly brought her hand up to her face, cradling it. Steve got off her bed and began to get dressed. "You don't get off that easily." He left her room, slamming the door behind him.

Addison felt the tears roll down her cheeks, making her eyes sting. Slowly she got off her bed and walked to the bathroom, where she once again, took a very hot shower. Once she had gotten out the shower, she picked up the blade again, making a long cut down her arm, letting the blood trickle down her arm, and drip slowly to the floor. Tears angrily rolled down her cheeks, her eye already becoming swollen and bruised. The cut was deeper this time, and longer. Addison sniffed and took the blade away from her arm, just looking at the blood. She suddenly felt sick. She knelt down in front of the toilet quickly before she started to throw up. Sighing she sat back and felt disgusted, she should stop him, but how? She didn't stand a chance.

Twenty minutes later, Addison walked down the stairs on shaky legs before sitting on the couch, after turning on the TV. She flicked through the channels before she settled on a movie. Snuggling down to watch, she held her arms in front of her as not to touch the cuts she had made. She had wrapped bandages around them, trying to stop the bleeding. Addison just led and watched the movie, forgetting about her own problems for a while.

About half way through the movie, her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep, dreaming peacefully.

Addison walked into school and hoped the foundation and her hair would cover the bruise enough to stop people from asking questions. She wanted to avoid everyone she could, especially him. She walked to her locker and opened it, taking out her books that she needed for first period. She turned to the direction she was going to head and Steve stood in her way smiling, looking at her eye. "Sleep well?" He asked and she nodded slightly. "Good." He smirked and took hold of her arm, walking to class.

As Addison walked into her classroom after lunch and noticed she was the first one there. The teacher looked up and smiled, before catching sight of her eye and frowning. "What happened Addison?"

"Erm…" Steve walked into the classroom at this point, making his presence known to Addison. "Nothing, I just opened the cupboard too far." Addison shrugged and sat down, Steve following her.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, his face inching to her ear. "Tell anyone and you will have more than a bruised eye from me, your life will be hell." He kissed her cheek and lent back in his chair, smiling as more people walked into the classroom. Addison just looked down and felt so alone.

After that lesson Addison went back to her locker and took out any books she needed to take home. She looked around before she walked out of school, needing to take a walk, to clear her head, to think.

She headed out of school and walked slowly home, just thinking about everything that had happened to her. Her life was hell already, she didn't want to make it worse by telling, she'd just keep her mouth shut. Then once she was old enough to leave, she would, and never come back. She sighed and kicked a stone, watching it bounce along the road. She felt so used, she'd just go home and cut again, it seemed to get to calm her, clear her mind.