He broke the bitter kiss and chuckled. "Get off me!" I screamed trying to get him off me. But squirming only made it worst.

"But, I thought you loved me?" he said bringing his lips to me again. This time I moved my head and he missed my lips. But that also was no help. He began to devour my neck. I began to cry slightly as I continued to scream for him to get off. He was too strong, I couldn't fight.

I thought this day would never come. The day 'HE' would have his revenge. But he found me, there is no where to run, no were to hide.

He nibbled my neck softly as I screamed again. Then my door was kicked down. The hall light filled my room, as we both shield our eyes from the burning sensation.

My eyes were closed but I can tell who my savior was. "Get, the fuck of her now!" he commanded coming into the room. I opened my eyes to find Trent walking into my room, holding something in front of him … it was ….a GUN?!?!

"I said to GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER NOW!!!!!" He screamed holding the gun firmly in hi hands holding it up to him. O fuck, what did I get myself into? I never knew they had guns…..

"Easy dude, I was just……your not Jamie." The boy said now looking at me. Now I get to see who he is…. And I have no idea who.

He climbed off of me, and put his hands in the air. "On the ground. NOW!" Trent commanded. He looked at me now, "Are you alright miss?" he asked in a formal tone. I couldn't take my eyes off his gun. Did he always have it? Why did he have it?

Then the others came in. "TRENT! PUT THAT DOWN!" They screamed. Trent lowered his weapon and put it back in its hidden holster were you couldn't even tell he had it.

"Trent that's for emergencies only." Courtney said walking in.

"This was an emergency. He was trying to….." he stopped himself. He looked furious as he grinded his teeth. He picked the blond boy up by his shirt. "Why the hell are you here?" he demanded.

"M-My girl. J-Jamie, she wanted me to see her. You're a guy. You can understand." He said frightened. Trent dropped him, as the head mistress Miss. Cane walked in.

"My, my my. Tell me what's happened here." She said looking at the frightened faces, and glared at me.

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Apparently my offenders name is Josh. He wanted cuddodeling time with his girl, so he sneaked in. He has been doing so for 3 weeks. But today he miss counted the windows. He was expelled along with Jamie. Trent has been put on 3 days probation for reveling that perfects carry guns.

"I will look further into this, but for now, get some rest." Miss. Cane announced as we were dismissed.

Bridgett was staying with me tonight to aid my shock.

"Why do perfects have guns?" I asked frightened.

"One year, before we were in high school these kids got so out of hand, there was no way to control them. So a perfect took out a bee bee gun, and shot the sky until the fight broke off. The teachers were disgusted, but it works." Bridgett said with a sigh.

"I hate guns, but sometimes the students don't listen and we need them. But it would put the school in a state of hell if they knew we had them. So keep it secret." Bridgett explained.

I was silent. I kept thinking about 'HIM'. I was literally shaking, and I could no longer speak.

"Gwen, you look horrible. Is something wrong?" Bridgett asked concerned. All I could do was nothing.

Then a knock on the door. Bridgett answered. Then she walked out, and someone walked in. It was Trent.

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"Are you ok?" he said hugging me. I just whimpered while flash backs ran threw my head.

"What's wrong? Did he do anything?" he asked still holding me close.

"I-I- … I need to tell you something." I said looking at his face full of concern and slightly fearful. I wanted to forget this, but I need to tell him.

"When I was 10, I got into a bad crowd. I hung out, with bad people, and there was this one guy. His name was Jack. He was 14 at the time. He 'protected me' from everyone else. When I turned 13, we started to do some drugs; I only did it because he said he loved me. He also took a lot of pictures of me to. But never anything horrible. Suggestive, yes. Disgusting, no." I said as I began to sob.

"He- he- he said when I turned 18, he would marry me. That no matter what we would be together. But then I saw him kill his sister who, thought that what was going on between us was wrong." I said and broke down

"I couldn't take it anymore. I called the cops on him, and he was arrested. But all he said was 'wait till I am out. I keep my promises'. After that I began to 'heal', but I hated when people would tell me to do thing, when guys would talk to me. I was afraid I was being put back were I was. I didn't want to go back, but I kind of was like a part of me." Trent just hugged me and let me finish my story.

"When I saw you with that gun….. I didn't know what to think." He pulled me back to look at him. "I was doing well here. I thought this could be my rehab. But, when I saw you with that gun…… You looked just like him." I said before completely breaking down into his chest.

Next Chapter is Trent's POV.