A/N: New chapter! Anna's POV when she exits the café with Hans. I apologize ahead of time. Don't hate me.
Trigger warning: Rape and emotional/physical abuse.

The walk back to the car had been awkward to say the least. The moment the couple had exited the café, Hans' smile was replaced by a serious scowl and he quickly removed his arm from around Anna as if she had been disgusting to touch.

Anna remained silent, eyes trained on the ground as she stepped into Hans' car. The pair of them did not exchange a single word. Both of them were very aware of their positions. Anna, afraid of Hans' rage, had bit her tongue to keep herself from becoming the chatterbox she normally became in awkward situations. Hans, who had always found a reason to be angry, gripped his wheel with such a force that his knuckles began to turn white.

Anna noticed this and immediately scooted away from him and closer to the door. She leaned her forehead and stared out the window as the engine was started and the car pulled out of the parking lot.

Hans drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, scowling at the road ahead as if it had done something wrong. "So how do you know that..." He paused and Anna could sense the distrust in his tone. "Elsa girl."

Anna shrugged, attempting to lean even further away from the man and into the car door. "School. Work."

And then there was a long silence. The two of them sat in this silence as they came closer and closer to their home; Anna too afraid to talk and Hans too lost in his own thoughts to bother speaking.

"She's a faggot, you know?" He sneered as he fell into the position that suited him most. The bully." A filthy little fag. I've seen her with other girls on campus."

Anna was more than used to Bully Hans. In fact, there was not to big of a distinction between Normal Hans and Bully Hans to begin with. Ever since Anna had met the man, she had noted that he suffered from constant mood swings. When he was happy, boy was he happy. And when he was angry. It was the times that he was angry that Anna had gotten a true look into the depths of hell.

Anna clenched a fist as the other dug nails into her skin, causing a painful sensation to shoot up her arm. "Don't call her that." She hissed through clenched teeth.

The man simply looked at her before laughing. "Why do you even care?" He was silent for a moment, thinking on the girl's reaction before his face suddenly became more serious. "I don't know if I'm comfortable with you hanging around a faggot like that." He pulled into the parking slot for their shared apartment.

Anna snapped, whipping her head around so she was face to face with Hans. Him insulting Elsa like that had been the last straw. Though she admittedly didn't know her very well, she knew that no one ever deserved to be spoken about like that. It was just too much. "STOP CALLING HER THAT!" She yelled in his face.

Hans face grew red and he seemed to immediately grow twice in size, towering over the small Anna. "Do NOT yell at me!" His hand flew down to clench the front of Anna's shirt. He pulled her close so he could whisper directly into her face, just loud enough so she could hear.

Anna was terrified. Fucking terrified.

"You listen and listen close. I'll call that son of a bitch whatever I want to call her, you got that? Don't you DARE ever tell me what I can and can't say." His breath was hot and dripping with fury.

Anna timidly shook her head in a yes, bringing her arms up to shield her face in defence.

It was not until ten thirty that Hans even bothered to acknowledge Anna's existence.

Anna had been sitting on a kitchen chair, laptop perched on a pile of schoolbooks atop the table, playing what Hans assumed was some sort of game. Her face was illuminated by the screen of the laptop, flashes of red and yellow took turns lighting up Anna's freckled face as her eyes darted from one side of the screen to the other. She was hunched over, her face ridiculously close to the screen in an attempt to completely immerse herself into the game.

Hans lingered in the doorway to the kitchen and stared at the girl before him. He had always admired Anna for her innocence and beauty, even if it came with an undesirable personality. His green eyes lit up with intrigue as he watched the series of emotion that played across the girl's face as the game progressed on. At first she had looked somewhat relaxed and confident, but now she was rigid with concentration.

His eyes trailed down the redhead's face to the girls plump lips, which were being pushed tightly together as her eyebrows came down to complete her look of total absorption in the digital world. Hans watched as her top set of teeth came down to bite on her bottom lip, a look that drove Hans wild. The sight of her reaction to whatever was happening onscreen caused Hans' previous smile to become somewhat predatory.

God she's hot.

With his eyes, he then followed the gentle curve of her neck down to her breasts. His jaw clenched as a surge of want coursed through his body.

Mine.

He began to make his way over before his hands quickly tightened into fists. He recalled the fight that took place hours ago and his once bold smirk quickly transformed into a scowl.

This won't be easy.

The man took a few seconds to gather his thoughts and straighten out his shirt.

Not that it matters.

He was by her side in two strides, eyes locking with hers as he slammed the screen of the laptop closed, snapping the girl back into reality.

"Hans! What the hell?!" She stood, anger evident in her eyes once again. Strands of red hair that had escaped from the loose bun atop her head hung down the side of her face. Her cheeks were nearly as red as her flaming hair as she became flushed with unquestionable anger. Her once slack hands were now fists of her own. She was about to open her mouth to speak again when she noticed the look in the man's eyes. Her raging anger faltered as it was slowly replaced by a look of fear, an emotion she had seen quite a bit of that day. "Hans..." She warned, taking a step back.

Unfortunately, she had totally forgotten that her laptop had been plugged in to charge and that there was a wire directly behind her foot. She promptly tripped, hands flying up to grab onto anything to stop her fall.

A strong hand suddenly gripped her own and pulled, causing her to stand up and awkwardly stumble into her savior's arms. Hans smirked down at her.

"It's a wonder you've survived this long. You'd trip and fall to your death if I wasn't here." He whispered into her ear as he pushed her against the refridgerator door.

Anna squirmed under the contact. She attempted to push him away, but the man continued further, raking his fingertips around her hips and then under her shirt.

"Hans... stop. Not now." She spoke plainly as she tried to wriggle away from the man. Sex with Hans had been the last item on a very long list of things she did not want to do at the moment.

The man chuckled and ran his hands up her shirt to cup her breasts.

Anna squeaked in surprise and immediately pulled away, ducking under his arm when he attempted to grab her once more. "Hans. Stop! I said NO!" She slapped him. The sound seemed to echo in the tiny kitchen and Hans and Anna held their breath as the action sunk in.

Heat rushed to Anna's face as she realized the gravity of the situation. She immediately regretted it. She knew she was in trouble. She knew it was too late now.

Hans face was flushed red with anger. He grabbed the girl by the front of the shirt and turned so he could roughly shove her up against the wall. "You need to stop!" He yelled as his face got closer and closer to the girl's. "You've been a massive bitch all day. You owe me this." He spat out the last words as he moved closer. He was a couple inches away now, and Anna could see the vein that popped out of his neck whenever he got angry.

She let out a noise of utter terror as she forced her eyes shut, fear filling up every inch of her being. She reached out for one last burst of courage.

Her blue eyes were immediately rimmed with tears as she looked him directly in the eye. She attempted to push him away again, this time with all the strength she could muster. "Stop it!" Her voice cracked as tears began to flow freely down her face.

Hans grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, continuing to ignore any attempt of resistance.

Anna let out a defeated sob and allowed her body to go slack as the man began to kiss her neck roughly. The man was far too strong for her to fight against. Plus, any sort of willpower or confidence that she once owned had been completely shattered in that moment. There was no use in fighting back.

She waited until the sound of Hans' snores filled her ears before gently wiggling out of the bed. She kept her eyes trained on the man's steadily rising and falling chest as she held her breath. She was terrified of her fate if he somehow managed to wake up.

Slowly, she made her way across the room to her pair of jeans which had been tossed into a corner in Hans' haste to get Anna undressed. She slipped her hand into the back pocket and withdrew both her phone and a folded piece of paper.

She held both items to her chest before letting out a shaky breath as her eyes slid shut.

"Okay." She whispered to herself.

A breeze fluttered in from the window, causing the redhead to shiver as goosebumps trailed up her bare arms and legs. She rubbed her wrists up and down her arms as she tried to keep warm. Anna was suddenly very aware of her nakedness, and with that discovery, a pang of guilt shot through her heart. She looked down at her body, her face holding an expression of both sadness and disgust.

The girl picked up a blanket from the ground (Which had also been thrown from the due to Hans' actions), and wrapped it around her shoulders, both protecting her from the chilling wind and hiding her shame.

She cast a final look to Hans' sleeping form before tiptoeing to the door and slipping out into the hallway. She gently closed the door behind her until it clicked shut. Then she quietly shuffled her way into the bathroom, shutting that door behind her also.

The moment her bare feet came into contact with the chilled tile, Anna was met with her own reflection from the large mirror that hung above the silver sink. Anna's eyes were trained on her own face. The blanket rolled off her shoulders as the girl allowed her eyes to travel the vast expanse of her own bare skin, the look of shame ever growing on her freckled face.

Her eyes paused whenever they came across one of the hickies that were littered across her neck and upper chest. She stared at each one with the same look of shame that had filled her eyes before.

Then she looked at the angry red scratch marks that ran down the back of her shoulders all the way down to her lower back. She turned so she could get a better view.

Anna ran a finger down one of the marks as she turned back to the mirror so she was facing it once more.

Gentle fingers glided over her silky smooth skin to rest on the bottom half of her left rib cage. That was where the most distracting of her marks rested. The only difference between this mark and the tiny ones that peppered her neck and chest was the fact that this one had been a mark of war and not of pure lust.

Tears brimmed big blue eyes as memories of the night before rushed at her.

Hans' yells still rung fresh in Anna's ears. She remembered the shards of glass flying everywhere as she dodged a mug thrown at her face. She remembered running to the bathroom to claim sanctuary as Hans' fists pounded against the door. She remembered how truly terrified she was once Hans has finally gotten the door open, SHe remembered scuttling away from him like a scared bug attempting to hide from its ultimate fate of being squashed by a shoe. She remembered her gut-wrenching sobs that filled the room as she begged for the man to spare her.

And she remembered how he had kicked her with all of his strength, sending her to the opposite end of the room as he continued to have his way with her.

Anna absentmindedly ran her fingers over the giant purple mark while she thought. It wasn't until she felt warm tears running down her face that she woke up from her previous trance.

She wiped at her eyes before covering herself with the blanket once more and sliding onto the counter. She crossed her legs and unlocked her phone before gently unfolding the paper she had been clutching tightly in her hand.

She smiled down stupidly at the numbers inscribed onto the piece of paper, admiring how each line and curve was perfect in each and every way, just like the girl who had written them.

Anna let out a content sigh as she wiped a stray tear. Then she got to work typing in the number and writing her message. In the message, she attempted to explain everything at once, totally forgetting that she was now rambling via text message. Attempting to explain her and Hans' relationship had been fairly awkward, but she felt truly nervous in asking the girl to join her at the café the following day. With bated breath, she pressed send.

And then it struck her. She looked down sadly at her phone as she attempted to start a new message. What if Elsa's phone couldn't text? It can't be that uncommon for people to use older phones. Besides, she hadn't seen Elsa's phone when she asked for her number. What if she had an old landline or something similar?

Anna typed up an apology message as the guilt of not knowing if the woman would be able to read her texts sat heavy at the pit of her stomach.

The moment her screen lit up with the notification of a new text, Anna's heart soared through the roof. Quickly, she opened the message with trembling fingers. She couldn't help but be in awe at the fact that Elsa had taken the time to type her a response. The fact that Elsa was awake right now and reading her texts made her stomach do a back-flip.

"I understand. I'm a bit confused, so I think talking would be a great idea. Can I come tomorrow at five?"

Anna's face lit up as a squeak of joy escaped from her mouth. Tomorrow at five. Tomorrow at five. Elsa had actually accepted the apology and not been too turned off by the fact that she had a boyfriend, and Anna couldn't be happier.

She quickly typed up a confirmation, hesitating for only a moment before adding a smiley to the end of her sentence. She hit send and excitedly waited once more for Elsa's reply.

"You're fine. Goodnight :)"

Anna once again found a huge smile making its way across her face as she held the phone close to her heart. Not only had Elsa replied again, but she had also put a smiley in her text. Score.

Tomorrow at five.

A/N: Ugh I'm so sorry you guys. If it makes you feel any better, I cried while writing this. Don't worry though, things will get better for 'lil Anna. Just you wait. Thanks for the reviews, faves, and follows! Please continue to review and everything, it helps me a ton. Love you guys!