***TRIGGER WARNING***

Clare's POV

I was at my locker getting my stuff to go home. I can't believe Dawes assigned us English Partners. I was about to grab a book when my locker slammed shut.

"Look I know you're not happy about us being partners and trust me neither am I but I'm not going to let our dislike of each other get me an F and we do need to do this project."

Eli was holding the paper with the assignment on it. For the project we have to interview our partners using questions on the paper and write an essay on them.

"I know I don't want an F either."

"How about we go work on it now at the dot?" he asked. I thought about it and I really would like to get it done and over with but I knew tonight was not the night to do that.

"I can't tonight but tomorrow after school?"

He rolled his eyes and nodded his head before just walking off. As he walked away I could see Jake walking towards me.

"Hey what was that about?" he asked

"Well Miss Dawes assigned us partners and we have to meet up tomorrow after school."

All of a sudden I could see anger in Jakes eyes. "What? Miss Dawes made you guy's partners? Is she crazy?"

I chuckled a little. "I think so. Do you think you could give me a ride home? I know you're in the other direction but I really can't be late tonight."

He smile and nodded his head before walking off to his truck.

Once I got home I read the note on the table.

I'm bringing home a few friends from work. Order 2 large pizzas and make sure the house is clean.

No love dad or hope you had a good day. But why would he put that? He doesn't care about me or love me. He just uses me. Ever since my mom died he's been a whole new man.

I started cleaning the house right away because I knew it would take a while. There were beer bottles and cans all around the living room from last night. By time I fished cleaning the living room and his bedroom it was 5. I had completely forgotten about the pizza and called to order it. I asked them to please put a rush on the order.

About 10 minutes later the door opened and the sound of men and women chuckling filled the air. I quickly put the broom away and ran to the kitchen.

"Hello Clare is the pizza here yet?" my dad asked. I bit my lip and shook my head. I saw his jaw tighten and his hands ball into a fist. He turned to his friends and said he needed a minute with the maid? I was confused as to why he called me the maid and not his daughter but then he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the hallway bathroom. He closed the door and looked at me.

"Clare I asked you to do two things that's it and you screw it up"

He raised his hand and hit my cheek. I held it to try and stop the stinging but it was no help.

"It should be here any minute I promise they were really busy" I said trying to ease his anger. He grabbed my face and looked me right in the eyes.

"I wanted it to be here in time for the party. Since you screwed up, tonight you are going to be a maid. You are going to do everything and anything my house guest asks. Do you understand?"

I shook my head yes and he let go. He opened the closet in the bathroom and reached all the way in the back until he pulled something out.

"This here is a maid's outfit. You're mother wore it for Halloween once. It's perfect for a slut like you." he handed me the costume and left.

I wasn't too nervous about it being too slutty because my mother was ever one to wear revealing clothing not even on Halloween. I took it off the hanger and slipped on the dress. It looked like a traditional maid's outfit except it was a corset top and the skirt cut off mid-thigh. I felt so gross. I put the fishnet knee highs on and the black heeled shoes. I looked in the mirror and almost cried when I saw my reflection. I looked like a slut.

"Clare? Where are you?" I heard my dad scream. I took a deep breath and walked out the door and into the living room. Felt the men my father works with give me looks and immediately I wanted to run away.

"This is my maid Clare. She will do anything and everything you need." My dad said while sipping on a beer.

"Clare I need a cold beer." I heard one of the men ask. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer before returning to the man who asked for it. I handed it to him but he gave it back.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked obviously confused. He looked like he was in his mid-thirties and the way he looked at me creed me out. He grinned and I began to get nervous.

"My hands are asleep pour it in my mouth for me." I made a scoff nose before giving him a look. "Are you serious?" he nodded his head.

"Clare don't question it just do It." my father said while kissing one of his female coworkers.

I shook my head before putting the bottle to his lips and pouring it in. after a few sips he pulled away and I put the beer on the table.

"Thanks sweet cheeks" He said while reaching his and around my legs and squeezing my butt. I jumped not only because I felt his hand but because the doorbell when off. I ran to get it and wanted to die when I opened it.

"Pizza Deliv-"his sentence trailed off when he realized what I was wearing. Eli of all people had to be the one to deliver pizza on this street.

"Clare? What the hell are you wearing?" he asked trailing his eyes up and down my body. I felt so gross and trashy.

I grabbed the pizzas while he was still hypnotized and set them on the table. "How much do I owe you?" I asked but he still didn't answer.

"Clare I need another beer hurry your ass up." My father screamed. That seemed to get Eli's attention because he looked at me funny.

"Who the hell is talking to you like that?" he asked trying to look inside but I blocked his view.

"It's no one how much I owe you." he was still trying to look in but gave up.

"It's $11.99" I quickly grabbed the $20 on the table beside me and handed it to him.

"Here you go now please go. Oh and please don't tell anyone about this." I tried shutting the door but he stopped it with his foot.

"I need to give you change" he said pointing to the $20.

"CLARE!" my father screamed again.

"I looked at Eli and told him to just keep the change and slammed the door.

I quickly went to the fridge and got everyone a fresh beer and pizza. About an hour later my dad said I could go to my room. They were all passed out anyways. I ran up the stairs and locked myself in my bedroom. I pulled at my hair before screaming in a pillow. I took off the heels and fishnets before walking into my bathroom that was connected to my room. I looked at myself in the mirror and just started crying. I took off the dress along with my bra and underwear. I haven't felt this gross and disgusting ever before. I could see a bruise starting to form where my dad slapped me.

I reached under the sink and grabbed a little red baggy. I unzipped it and looked at the tools I haven't seen in a long time. I took out the razor and looked at it. I've been clean for 2 years. I debated on whether it was really worth it but the pain I felt was just unbearable. I grabbed it and placed it on my arms I hissed in pain and I carved the words into my skin. Once I was finished I put the razor on the sink and looked at the word on my arm. SLUT. I turned on the shower and hopped in. I felt the stinging come back as soon as the hot water hit it. I watched as the clear water turned red around my feet.

After being in the shower for about 20 minutes I got out. I cleaned up the blood that was on the floor and wrapped my arm in gauze. I put on a pair of pajamas and slipped into bed. It's times like this when I really miss my mom. She wouldn't let things like this happen. I fell asleep thinking about her.

Eli's POV

I was standing at my locker with my friends when I saw Clare approach her locker.

"Well did someone have a fun night?" I asked with a smile. She turned towards me and it looked like a bruise was forming on her cheek. She gave me a look and turned her attention back to her locker.

"What do you mean by that Eli?" Dallas asked me. I was about to tell him how Clare was dressed as a sexy maid but I saw Clare's head shoot up and remembered she asked me to please not tell anyone. I looked at her and saw worry in her eyes.

"Well I mean all she did last night was sit at home by herself like always. She never has a fun night." She breathed a breath of relief and the bell rang. All of the guys went their ways but I stood there for a moment. Clare was still getting books out of her locker.

"Were you ok last night? It seemed like something was going on." She shut her locker and laughed to herself like a mad women.

"So you're going to make fun of me one minute then ask if I'm ok? You sure are something else Goldsworthy."

"I just want to make sure you're ok. You don't normally dress like that."

She shot me a death glare "What like a slut?" she got all defensive. She continued before I could even respond.

"Don't pretend that you care because I know you don't. Everything was fine just drop it." and with that she walked to class.

Maybe I should just drop it. She obviously doesn't want any help.