AN: Another intense chapter, trigger warning! Read at your own risk! ~Foxy

Chapter ten: Dany

"Daenerys?" Was all Viserys could say, he was beyond appalled, because he didn't even know she had been missing. Her showing up in some boy's truck, wearing some boy's shirt, kissing some boy's face- that was enough to send him over the edge. Especially since it was the same boy he had suspected earlier, same boy wandering past his house, touching his sister- his property.

Dany was floating far from his reach; a smile was displayed openly and she held the shirt to her frame, breathing in the smell of it. His name was on her lips, his scent was on her skin, and his face was on her mind, and there was nothing Viserys could do to destroy that. But he would try, how could he assert his dominance if he didn't try?

"You were fucking him! I fucking knew it!" He hissed into her face, and she returned smiling. He raised his hand, but Drogo moved uneasily beside him, a cigarette clutched tightly in his grip. "Drogo. You stay here. Dany and I are going to have a little chat."

"No we're not." Dany's voice rose and the smile stayed stationary. She thought about what Jon had said, how she ought to fight back.

"What did you…" Viserys grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her through the door, letting her fall to the floor. He slammed the door behind him, rushing up to her. "You are such a whore! DO YOU WANT TO WAKE THE DRAGON?"

She said nothing, staring up from where she lied. He gritted his teeth and his fist clench, "…answer me."

"Fuck you…" She responded calmly, standing to her feet. His body tensed noticeably.

"What."

"I said fuck you! I hate you! I hate it here- and I hate you!" She yelped at him, wringing the hem of the top into her hands. He slapped her hard, and immediately tears flooded her eyes and her bag fell to her feet. But she stood up tall, facing once more.

"You're a monster, and I hate you. I hope you rot-"He smacked her hard again, this time her head connected with the nearby wall, and she was blinded for a second. She was starting to see this dragon he had threatened her with for years- she could handle it. She had to. She had to fight for her freedom.

Dany ran up the stairs, gripping her throbbing head. If she could barricade herself long enough to call the cops, then she'd wash her hands of everything. She could live a normal life. But Viserys wasn't about to let her go, stomping up the steps and catching her by the shirt, forcing her to turn and fight him.

Red faced, he pushed her through her door, his hands gripping her throat, slamming her down onto the bed.

"I'm the monster- I'm the monster? NO ONE LOVES YOU LIKE I DO!" The shouting made her flinch and her hands clawed up in an attempt to loosen his grip. "You think he loves you?! LET'S SEE HOW MUCH HE LOVES YOU AFTER I'M DONE WITH YOU!"

Viserys flipped her over, pushing her face down into her floral duvet to muffle her screaming. Her legs kicked desperately, but he was stronger than her, using his knees to pry them apart and pin them. One hand pinched her wrists together at the small of her back, and the other one caressed her thigh, lifting Jon's shirt.

One cold finger played with the lace on her panties, and his voice was hungry."-look at you, all dolled up for him. Bet I can fuck you better than he could."

That's not for you. That's not for you. Don't steal that. That is not yours.

Her eyes burn with uncontrollable tears and her mouth sobbed into her blanket as he ripped them off of her. His hand reached downward to grope her, laughing at her humiliation. She cried out and struggled against his rubbing, even more so when she heard his belt unclasp and could feel something touch her leg.

"No!" She got out, ramming the heel of her shoe into his thigh, "-please-"

And he brought his fist down on the back of her skull. "Stop fighting! You've wanted this- you've asked for it!"

She sobbed till her throat hurt.

Thinking about her diary, her crystal wind chimes, her floral blanket, and her hair. Thinking about Jon and his truck, his cigarettes, his drunk brother, Missie, Renly, Viserys, Drogo- how betrayed she felt, how they would feel. She thought about anything but what was going to happen, because if she didn't believe it happened, it didn't really happen- right? That was how that worked, right?

If it didn't work that way, then life was fucked up. Really fucked up.

The weight was lifted from her. The pain from her wrists dissolving. She didn't want to move. It was probably a dream- someone saving another at last minute was not something that happened in real life.

But it was real. More real than the shirt on her back and the dirt on her legs.

Drogo was bent over her brother, beating him into the ground. Viserys pale hand reached for her, but Dany shook her head, sliding from her bed and rubbing her tear stained cheeks. She got from the ground and ran for it, not turning back for him. He was a dead man for sure.

And all this time, it was Drogo she feared.

She should have thanked him.

9:12 AM

Missie gripped her friend's shoulders and cradled her.

Dany had climbed in through the window, throwing herself on top of her sleeping friend. Both still wore what the crazy night had allowed. And both held each other in silence. Cop sirens sounded past the window, and Dany stared at her reflection in the tv.

"…are you alright?" She shook her throbbing head, but no tears fell. "Is Viserys dead?" Dany shrugged, more sirens buzzed by, causing Missie to part the drapes. Upon seeing them stop where the duplex was, she lunged out of bed and pull pajama shorts from her dresser.

"Dany, go shower and put these on." Dany remained unmoving, silent with shock. "When those cops come looking for you, you're going to need an alibi."

"I was with Jon… that's my alibi." She finally croaked out in a distant voice, rubbing her neck where her brother's hand been only moments earlier.

"Sweetie, you stayed the night with me." Missie said with certainty. "There was no Jon."

"Yes there was," Dany corrected in a confused tone.

"Unless you want the cops hounding him- no there wasn't."

"But it was Drogo! I saw it- why would they arrest Jon?"

Missie sat down on the bed beside her, it bounced beneath her weight; those criminal shows and books were her life- part of her wanted to work with the C.S.I.. "They'll take in anyone with a motive. People saw you two together last night- and if you two were serious and if he knew about your brother, that is motive enough."

"I was with him all night." Dany stated aloud, taking the situation in doses, because her body ached and she didn't understand anything. But she remembered how angry Jon got when they talked about her beatings, and how he squeezed the steering wheel…

"Not if you were with me all night." Missie rubbed circles into her back, "that leaves him without an alibi, and it's open season for that Stark boy- don't bring that family any shame, they're the only ones left with a clean slate."

"This… is so fucked up…" She let her hand wander to her forehead, staring at the piles of discarded clothes on the floor. "I bet Drogo ran when it was done."

"Let's just hope he isn't dead… but in secret, let's hope he is…" Missie whispered, lifting the shorts to Dany. She took them with a shaky hand.

"You wouldn't happen to have any of the Stark's phone numbers…?"

"Just that one creepy one."

"Theon, why?"

"He's not so bad once you look past how bad he is. Why? You're not going to call that boy are you?"

"The cops won't catch on if I use your phone and call Theon's." Dany stated, but not completely believing herself, because she knew the police were smart. "They should be out of class now, right?"

"Yeah, but I don't think that's a good idea…"

"Why?"

"You guys probably shouldn't talk for a while." Missie answered bluntly, peeling out of her tight black party dress. "Go bathe and then you can sleep… I think you've had more than you can handle for the day."

"Okay." She said in a hollow voice. Because Missie was right, she was so unbelievably overwhelmed, and sleeping sounded so wonderful- it truly did.

Suds spiraled around the drain, and Dany had found herself staring at nothing in particular. She could hear the shower running, and feel the water, but she was too far gone. Far too tired. She had been up for hours, but didn't feel the desire to move. But she did twist the small chrome knob whenever the water threatened to grow colder. Maybe it was just the weight of everything?

Viserys wouldn't bother her anymore. But not because she had stood up for herself, no. Someone fought her battle for her. She was weak and broke beneath him. Dany was no match for someone like that. Someone like Viserys, someone like Jon.

He's not your boyfriend, she whispered to the water, you've caused nothing but trouble for each other. You don't know him. You just met him. You don't know him and he's not yours. You're so stupid, Dany. Stupid.

But she couldn't help liking him. The moment he ran into her life was the moment she fell. She fell off that roof that day and never recovered.

And for the first time in a while, she shed tears for herself, promising that they would be her last.

She hopped out of the shower, putting on the shorts and his shirt, throwing the bra in the small trash bin. She didn't need it reminding her every time she wore it.

A towel wrapped upon her head, she exited to Missie watching the news. Plopping down on the bed, and rolling herself up in the covers. She missed her bed.

"Anything yet?"

"Naw… do you feel any better?"

"A little." She sniffled, and Missie turned to face her.

"Do you want a cleaner shirt?"

"No, this one's fine."

Viserys had died before reaching the hospital. Bleeding in the brain, they said. The neighbors told the cops that they heard yelling from inside, and that a large man had fled the scene. The cops did find Dany at her friend's, and Missie's parents verified her being there the night prior to the incident, but they saw her bruises and took her in anyways.

She lied.

Drogo killed him because Viserys had hit her the night before. When ask how she knew, she stated that Drogo was the only other person at the duplex, and was capable of doing such a thing. She swore on it.

She lied, and for the first time, no one saw through it. Dany was free now, and she immediately moved into Missie's room, leaving behind things she couldn't bear to look at.

That was several weeks ago. Drogo was still missing, and the cops watched Dany like a hawk. She could have told the truth, but the cops would never side with her. The law system was so fucked up, she didn't even dare think about it.

She's doing better now, the bruises were leaving and she was back in class again. The whole town knew what had happened, saying they were sorry for her loss and she was tempted to say: "I'm not."

It is warmer now, so she wore a dress, wearing her hair down in cascades along her back. It was good to be back in class- even if half the students were unaware she was gone in the first place. But Professor Tyrion welcomed her back, giving her the most delicate hug she had ever received. He was a nice man.

"Hey Missie," Theon greeted, and Missie turned to him with a smile.

"Hey you," She said melodically, and Dany's body went stiff. She stared at the pages of her textbook intensely, eyes glued to the space between letters. A cold finger tapped to bare skin of her neck, and she rotated to face him.

But it was Theon. Jon was nowhere in sight.

"Hey, my brother wanted to know if you could call him sometime. He's really worried."

"He never visited."

"Yeah, well, he said that you moved or something. Probably because your brother died," Theon nodded as if he were agreeing to something, passing her a scrap of paper, "here, here's his number."

"Thanks." She turned around, and held it in her hands, staring at the front of the class, conjuring a smile from the teacher.

She shouldn't call him. It'd been too long.