WARNING WARNING WARNING!

Please read before continuing! This chapter is dark and graphic. It also contains a lemon/ rape scene. Please note that this is a warning! If you cannot read something like this please do not try! Or skip and I won't be insulted but I don't want anyone to scar you!

Once again, if you are adverse to lemon/rape or abuse DO NOT READ!

"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?" Jack roared when I picked up the phone, as I walked into the dingy apartment that I lived in.

"I went out with my friends last night and then we went to breakfast this morning, I just walked in"

"DID I SAY THAT YOU COULD GO OUT? WHERE DID YOU GO? WHY DID YOU GO OUT?"

"We went out for my birthday" I whispered terrified on the phone. Even though he wasn't home I felt the all encompassing fear from his words settle into me.

"Ha! They probably felt bad that you have no real friends and brought you out of pity! They don't like you; they aren't your real friends! No one likes you, only I force myself to like you so that the rest of the world will be able to move on with their lives. YOU ARE JUST A BURDEN TO YOUR SO CALLED FRIENDS."

"I-I-I'm sorry" I whispered as tears started to cascade down my face. Everything he said is true, I don't deserve friends, no one likes me, and no one cares about me.

"I can't wait to give you your birthday gift, its one you won't forget easily" he said in a sickly sweet voice that had me trembling in fear at the thought of what was going to happen to me.

"I-I-I can't wait to s-s-see you again, j-j-Jack"

"You better be home and have dinner ready by the time I get back"

"Y-y-yes J-Jack"

He hung up harshly and I stood there shaking while trying to pull myself together.

If Jack doesn't kill me when he comes home then I have a guardian angel.

I stood there shaking for another few moments trying to get myself to stop crying and to stop shaking. Eventually the crying stopped but the shaking persisted.

I went into the kitchen and sat down at the table trying to calm down. That wasn't working much better so I made myself some tea and grabbed a blanket before heading into the living room and putting on a movie.

After 3 cups of tea and 30 minutes into the movie I stopped shaking and fell asleep.

I awoke a while later to hear the shrill chime of the phone ringing next to my face. I grabbed it and pushed the talk button.

"Hello?"

The caller hung up and then I hung up as well. That was odd; no one normally calls here except for telemarketers and Jack. Once in a while Jacks parents call but I never get to talk to them, Jack always answers before I get near the phone.

Whatever I need to get up anyway, I need to start dinner.

I made a pot of tomato sauce and gently crumbled some chop meat into it before letting it cook for 2 hours. True it was a labor of love but it always tasted so good. Jack even liked it so I was allowed to make it once in a while.

After the sauce finished cooking I turned off the stove and moved the pot to a different part of the stove to cool. I cleaned up the kitchen while I waited for the pot to cool enough to put in the refrigerator before heading to the bathroom to take a shower.

I had tomato sauce in my hair; no really there were large parts of my hair covered in tomatoes. I don't even know how that happened but it was really funny to look at.

I laughed to myself as I washed the sauce out of my hair and then turned my back to the water of the shower. It stung and hurt but it also relaxed and soothed my back. The blood from one of my cuts that had opened was slowly coming off of my skin and went down the drain along with the tomatoes.

The shower left me feeling much better and very tired so I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself before heading into my room and putting on sleep pants before hopping into bed.

The phone rang again and I groaned before pressing talk and saying "hello?"

"You had better be in bed by now you bitch"

"I-I just got into b-b-bed j-Jack. Is there s-s-something you w-w-wanted?"

"Yeah I'll be home in about an hour I want you awake and dinner on the table when I get back, is that understood?"

"Y-yes Jack"

He hung up the phone and I climbed out of bed and looked in my full length mirror. My hair was still damp and hung around my shoulders, the excess water dripped down my chest.

My chest was still covered in bruises that were still healing and my back was covered in numerous cuts and slashes that refused to heal. Even now one of the cuts had opened again.

My neck was fine and thankfully yami hadn't left any hickeys on my body so I got dressed and headed into the bathroom to blow dry and style my hair.

When I was done I put on my collar and headed back to the kitchen where I boiled some water and put in the pasta. Once the pasta was done I put it in a casserole dish with the sauce and some cheese and placed it in the oven to bake until Jack came back.

When I had just taken the pasta out Jack walked in and smiled dangerously at me.

I gulped in fear and placed the pasta on the stove before shutting off the oven and walking over to him.

"Welcome home, Jack" I said and smiled.

His eyes flashed with hatred and then I landed hard against the wall.

I screamed in pain as the trim on the wall dug into my back and opened several more cuts on my back.

It hurt like all hell but Jack was only getting started.

He grabbed me by my hair and pulled his fist back before whispering, "Happy birthday" to me and punching me in the face.

I yelped and felt something crack and blood came from more and more places on my body.

"Did you have a good time at your birthday party?" he asked in a sickly sweet voice before hitting me again.

I simply cried as my response and he continued to abuse my battered broken body. Something snapped.

I heard the crack and then felt the pain shoot though me.

I had no clue where it came from or how much was broken but one thing was for certain something broke.

Jack looked down at me with a pleased smirk on his face before dragging me up by my hair and pulling me towards the bedroom.

The pain was almost unbearable.

I felt like a broken china doll.

I was no longer in control of my body and Jack knew it.

Flung would probably be the best way to describe what he did when we entered the bedroom.

He flung me onto the bed, my head hitting the backboard and making me blackout for a second.

Fear

Unbridled consuming fear kept pounding through me.

What was I going to do?

He beat me into oblivion already and if I even thought about fighting back I would probably be killed.

It's not like anyone would care if I disappeared forever, after all I was just a waste of space.

Jack smiled cruelly towards my broken body and then stalked over quietly. His eyes were glazed over with unreadable emotions and I just hoped that he would kill me.

In less than a second he was at the bed and cut my clothing off. His pants were discarded and my eyes widened with fear.

NO! He can't do this! He can't!

I didn't have time to react before he harshly slammed into my unprepared body. I screamed from the pain and he moaned from the feel of my body around him.

He didn't even give me a moment to breath he started to move fast and furiously. I screamed and screamed as I felt my insides ripped out.

Blood was dripping fast from my body in various placed but I didn't care.

Jack kept going at his fast pace and I screamed and screamed from the pain.

My voice went horse but that didn't stop Jack.

He finally came and his salty after product made my insides scream more and more from the stinging feeling.

I cried and cried but the pain only got worse.

Jack got out and kicked me a few more times before leaving me bloody and on the sheets.

Why?

Why won the kill me?

Why must he do this to me?

He took everything that was once precious and destroyed it in front of my eyes.

Everything except my virginity.

He could never have that.

That I willing gave away last night to yami.

Jack may think he has taken everything from me but he is dead wrong.

Yami got the only thing I treasured and Jack will never know.

I felt sticky and weak after Jack was done with me but I needed to get to the bathroom where my first aid kit was.

I slowly tried to sit up but the pain was extra ordinary.

Tears came to my eyes once again and I breathed hard, gasping for air because of the pain.

Just get to the bathroom.

Just get to the bathroom.

I sat up fully and moved my legs to the edge of the bed.

I carefully placed my feet on the ground and stood up.

My legs gave out and I collapsed to the ground in a head.

There was no way I was getting to the bathroom, even if it was only twenty feet away.

I guess I can do my inspection on the floor.

I moved my body carefully, trying not to make any injuries worse but it was hard to tell what was actually broken or bleeding since everything hurt and my skin was covered in a thin layer of blood.

From what I could tell I had a broken nose, wrist and leg. Several fractures and most of my ribs were screaming, making breathing hard.

My bottom was bleeding profusely and there were several cuts on my back open again from the abuse.

The worst part about this?

I couldn't tell anyone or go to a hospital?

Why?

If anyone found out about the abuse Jack would kill me. Simple as that.

I crawled as slowly as possible to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

My nose was defiantly broken and I had a black eye. There was a new cut on my face as well.

Using the counter for balance I stood up on my good leg and drank several glasses of water from the tap and then washed me face and body with a wash cloth.

The blood that was caked on started to disappear and I saw several more cuts on my arms and legs. My back was the same as ever except it was bleeding again.

I wasn't even going to touch my bottom for fear of the pain that would increase drastically.

I grabbed a cup and filled it with warm water before laying a towel down and slowly pouring the water down my back and my bottom.

The water stung but I needed to clean up.

The once clear water turned a disgusting pink color before it met the towel.

A few glasses of water later and my back were mostly clean.

My bottom was another story.

It still bled but it was slowing down now.

The pain however would not go away so I grabbed some painkillers and took 4 before hopping over to my dresser in the bedroom.

I put on sweat pants and a black t-shirt before grabbing a tall umbrella and using it was a cane.

I hobbled down the hallway to the door of our apartment.

I grabbed a set of keys, my wallet and insurance card before writing a quick note and placing it inside my wallet. If I did manage to get to a hospital they would at least know my name and who to call.

I grabbed the new cell phone from yami out of my Jacket and went out the door.

The pain was excruciating but I got down to the curb and hailed a taxi.

He looked at me for a second and then drove me to the hospital without asking for a direction.

He drove carefully but quickly and soon I was in front of the ER and a nurse was running towards me with a gurney.

The taxi driver carefully helped me up onto the bed and placed my things on the bed next to me.

He gently patted my head and left before the nurses dragged me inside and rushed over my body.

Someone injected something because I could no longer feel my body or the pain associated with it.

I closed my eyes and relished in the numbness, falling to sleep within moments.