A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews I am getting, just don't forget that wehn you hit rock bottom the only way you can go is up, and that's how it'll work for Addison. Once again deals with abuse and rape.

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A month later and Addison lay underneath Steve again, she had lost count of how many times he had made her do things to him she didn't want to do. She had just learnt to blank it all out, feel numb at that time. Learnt to ignore his hands all over her body, his moans in her ear, his mouth on her skin.

He moved above her and bit too hard on her skin, making her bleed. She winced and he removed his mouth from that spot, closing his eyes as he moaned deeply, letting his semen fill her, whether she wanted it or not. He breathed heavily and looked down at her. "You're bleeding," he commented pulling out of her.

"I know." Her voice was small.

"I need a fag." He pulled his boxers on and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket.

"Can you not smoke in here please."

"So where am I meant to smoke?" He raised his eyebrows.

"There's a roof under my windows." Steve looked and climbed out onto it, lying back and smoking. Addison sighed and gathered her clothes and began to get dressed. It was a Saturday so he would make her do something else before the day was over. She hated hanging with the group now, but had no choice about it. Steve would show her off, his hands all over her body, under her clothes, on her skin. He'd even make her do it in school if it was what he wanted.

Steve climbed back in through the window and looked at her. She looked back for a while. He smirked slowly and stepped towards her. "You know." He breathed into her ear. "It's better to keep your clothes off." He pulled her close and ran a hand under her top.

"Please." She pulled away.

"What?!" He yelled at her. "How many times do I have to tell you? No one says no to me." He clenched his hand into a fist and brought it up to her face, making her fall back against her bed. "I get what I want." he hissed and moved a few steps backwards. She felt the tears sting the back of her eyes and the blood run down her cheek. "Now I think you better make it up to me hadn't you?" He walked back towards her. "And it better be good. Take your clothes off, now." He pulled her up by her hair and watched as she took her clothes off again. "Good." He stripped from his boxers as well and sat down on the bed, with his legs apart. "You know what I want." Slowly she knelt down in front of him, a tear rolling down her cheek. "Don't be so pathetic crying, you want this as well." Steve grabbed her face and she opened her mouth, doing what he wanted.

Steve moaned again and opened his eyes, catching his breath. "Not too bad." He stood up and got dressed. "Be in the park at eight, don't be late." He glared at her before leaving. Addison waited until he'd left to let the tears fall again. She couldn't get away from it.

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Addison looked at the clock and pulled on a jumper, hiding the cuts she had made earlier. Every time they seemed to get worse. She should stop, but it was the only thing that kept her breathing. She walked down the stairs and left the house heading towards the park.

Steve was stood by the same lot of trees and smiled at her as she approached. "Right on time." He took a swig of the bottle of alcohol he had. "Want some?" Addison shook her head. "Didn't think so." He took another swig and lent against the tree. "Come here." He held out his arm and she hesitantly walked to him. He pulled her close to his side. "We make a good couple." She could smell the alcohol on his breath. "We're good together." His hand moved down as he drank some more. "Best couple there is." He was drunk, she could tell. His fingers slid under the waist band of her jeans and she began to tense. "Everyone should be jealous." He drank some more and slipped his hand inside of her panties. "They don't know what they are missing." Addison squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out his fingers slipping inside her and moving about. "But you're mine, no one else's, I don't share." He downed the rest and turned to her, kissing her neck.

"Steve."

"What?" He pushed her against the tree and removed his hand.

"We shouldn't."

"Why not?" He pressed his hips against her and she could feel the bulge that was starting to grow there.

"It's the park."

"So, they can see what they're missing out on."

"No, I don't want to…" She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth.

"You what?" He growled pushing her harder against the tree. "I've told you before." He pushed his body into her and pushed his fist into her face again. He moved his hands and gripped her arms tightly, and she could feel her cuts opening up again.

"No, please." She tried to push him off her, but Steve simply growled again and pushed her against the tree, ripping her clothes off. "Please." She tried to push him away, tears running down her cheeks.

"Don't say a word, you deserve this." His breath smelt of alcohol and he unbuckled his jeans, pushing himself into her opening. She cried out in pain and his movements were rough and painful. Addison to push him off, but he had her pinned against the tree and was too strong. He began to bite her neck again, leaving a red mark. Tears ran down her cheeks, all she could do was wait for it to be over.

After a while, Steve pulled out of her and buckled his jeans again before looking at her. "Think about what you say next time, bitch." He turned and walked away, leaving her alone. The tears still rolled down her cheeks as she tried to make herself look presentable. Her jeans had mud on them, her top was ripped and blood-stained, and her cuts stung under the fabric.

Addison pushed herself off the tree and looked around, seeing no one there before she wrapped her arms around herself and made her way home, alone and scared.

She ran straight up to her room and turned on her shower, getting in and letting the hot water cascade over her body as her tears continued to fall. She scrubbed at her skin, trying to get rid of all traces of him. She scrubbed so hard her skin was sore and her cuts bled even more. Addison sniffed and slid down the wall, crying.

She cried until she had no energy left and she pulled herself from the bathroom, and onto her bed, where she collapsed and curled up into a ball, falling asleep.