I apologize for the time it took me to update but it's nearing the end o the year and all my projects were due this week. Little tip if you have to do a seminar on the great Gatsby don't do how the clock is a symbol in the book. I didn't do it but my friend did and i had to sit through it, and it was just awful don't do it. :p

Anyway, heres the chapter and i was to thank everyone who reviewed you are truly amazing and the reason i write this story, thanks a bunch and i hope this is enough drama for you guys :)

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Disclaimer: i own nothing but Anna.

To stand by him

I won't say it was a bad kiss, because by all means it wasn't. The problem was it wasn't good enough for me to melt, it wasn't a perfect kiss. Chris was in a rage and I was sure he had no idea what the hell he was doing, so I did what I do best, put my wall up.

I managed to get my hands through the small amount of pace Chris was putting between up and shoved him off.

"What the hell was that?" I demanded, Chris stumbled back a few feet from my rough push. He regained his balanced and when he looked up at me he looked confused, he touched his lips with the tips of his fingers as if wondering something then his eyes widened with the realization of what he had just done.

"Anna I am so damn sorry!" he started, I didn't interrupt him, I was interested in what kind of explanation he could come up with. But he didn't say anything more just ran his hands through his hair in a panic looking around the makeshift parking lot as if it would give him the right words to say. "I just- I didn't. . ."

"I don't know you Chris." I said.

"I know, I'm sorry. I don't know why I did it, it was in the moment. . ." he knew himself that those words were pathetic, so he trailed off and took another step away from me like I was about to explode.

"You were so angry you decided to kiss me?"

"No." he said quickly then thought about it for a moment before settling on his no.

"I told you what has happened to me. Why on earth would you think it's okay to do that?" my anger was getting the best of me, but I was angry. Chris had no right to kiss me, the first kiss I shared with someone who hadn't abused me and it was like that. Without warning, and I didn't know him, it's almost like all those others that kissed me.

"Anna I am truly sorry." he chanced a step closer to me, and lucky for him I didn't move or do anything so he took another, the third step I did move back so he stopped. "I know it was stupid to do that after what you've dealt with. I have given you no reason to trust me and I'm ruining that chance again by kissing you. But I promise you it won't happen again."

"Damn right it won't happen again!" I yelled at him and turned beginning my blind walk home. I was an idiot to think Chris would just let me go.

"Anna please, I told you I care about you and I meant it! I'm so sorry I kissed you!" I turned on my heel to face him.

"I'm not even upset about the kiss Chris, It's not why you did it, it's the fact that you did it. Why in the world would you kiss me after I've known you for two days? After I've told you about the sexual abuse I've been through? You should understand that I don't trust people well, that I am used like a doll, I don't care if you weren't thinking straight it's obviously in your mind somewhere.. . .you're just like them." I finished whispering. Chris shook his head violently.

"No Anna I'm not, I wouldn't use you, I swear I never would, you're just different you know? You're not like the other people here and I like that-"

"Save it Chris." I sighed and started to walk away again, I didn't hear him coming after me or any kind of movement.

"You know I'm still your ride home!" he called after me but I continued to walk. "It's a long walk!" he desperatly called out ten more steps were taken before his voice ran through the air again. "Would you believe me if I told you I actually wanted to kiss you?" I stopped dead, and turned to look at him.

"What?" Chris seemed relieved and walked up to me keeping a good four feet between us.

"I wanted to, I did I will admit that to you, but I honestly didn't want it to be like this. I wanted to gain your trust, get to know you, learn everything have you know everything about me. I wanted to have someone who understood and for a second I forgot about all that and just went for it. But now that I did it I will never do it again I promise."

"You done?" I asked. He nodded letting out a breath that seemed to empty his lungs. "Good." I said and then continued to walk away. It wasn't good enough why should I trust him?

"Anna I'm telling the truth!" he said, this time I felt his rough strong hand grab onto my elbow turning me around

"Why should I believe you?" I snapped pulling away from him.

"How many honest people have you met in your life?' he asked.

"Not many."
"Exactly, when someone is lying to you they don't look at you they don't try this hard to get you to believe them. They deffintely don't go out of their way to make someone as stubborn as you happy. No untrustworthy person would try this hard to get someone as stubborn as you to hang out with them." he said, his voice raising itself.

"You know I was fine on my own." I only managed to turn when he yelled at me again.

"Sneaking out and hiding away behind these different masks you put on and letting this happen to you without anyone to help you isn't fine. It's not a real life." I turned and stomped up to him.

"Real huh? Cause theres real and fake Chris, it'd expect you to know the difference." I snarled.

"What does that mean?"

"You're fake, you let everyone think you're someone that you're not."

"And what do people call me? A hoodlum, a theif untrustworthy do you agree thats what they say?"
"Yes."

"Then you said it yourself I am nothing that they say I am, I am trustworthy Anna and you know it." I stared at him, he had a point, I did want to trust Chris, but from my knowledge trusting someone always backfired on me, always. "Do you know why Kids like us meet each other? It's because we know what the other is going through and will help each other. I want to help you Anna, we didn't meet by accident, you need someone to understand and I need someone to be there. If I go through the same things you do, why would I want to make that worse?" he asked, his voice was smooth and rhythmical, almost calming and I suddenly felt bad for yelling at him . .what is happening.

As I looked up at Chris I saw myself, Chris did understand what I went through and that is something that I had always wanted.

He looked sad, looked like he was about to crumble to the ground, but it wasn't me causing it, it was his dad. The life he already had, I never noticed how broken Chris actually was, Chris never told people what happened to him, he didn't have to he was readable, almost like a book.

I wonder if this is how I look to people.

"You're on thin ice Chambers." I didn't even know the words left my mouth until I needed to take in another breath.

Suddenly Chris' broken pained face blossomed into a happy strong grin. Just like that.

We really did need each other, with me he was stronger and I am sure I am too.

But for now I still don't trust him completely, it's been a couple days.

"Can you please just take me home?" I asked

"Yeah, sure."

we climbed into the truck and were silent pretty much the whole ride. When we stopped we weren't outside my house we were a few houses down.

"This isn't my house" I told him.

"Yeah I know, but your dads home." he explained.

"Oh okay." it was awkward, I wasn't sure what to say to him, I had technically forgiven him but I didn't want to be too nice.

"See you around Anna." Chris said before I shut the door and started to walk towards my house. Sure enough when I got close enough to the house my dads car was parked out front.

I quickly climbed the tree and went into my room, quickly climbed into bed trying to forget about the events at the take out, Ricky, Chris, his lips, the kiss, or how my lips burned from thinking about it.

In the morning I checked to see if my Dads car was in the Drive way, it was late in the afternoon, I had slept a lot longer then I thought. When I confirmed that his car was indeed in the driveway I then walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, I didn't see my dad anywhere.

"Dad?" I called out, I heard a door open and then close it must have been him. I started to spread some peanut butter on bread to make a sandwich when I heard him come into the kitchen.

"Hi dad." I said. He didn't answer which was fine with me the last thing I wanted was a bunch of questions. I could feel my dad behind me, I didn't hear him just felt him like something was looming over me. I suddenly felt hands on my waist and a hot breath on my neck. Slowly I stopped what I was doing and put the knife down. When I felt dry cracked lips on the skin of my neck my eyes widened. "Dad what are you doing?" I asked awkwardly and turned around sharply.

That was not my dad.

"Charlie? What are you doing here?" I asked moving away from him so his hands couldn't reach me.

"Hello Anna." he smiled a sinister smile

"How did you get here?" I asked.

"I drove." he said coming closer to me. With each step he took I took two back quicker and quicker. Charlie was the worst of my dads friends.

"DAD!" I called out. As I hit the table behind me. Charlie moved like lightning as he snatched my wrists and pushed me back my entire body now laying on top of the table.

"DAD!" I screamed out Charlies hand came down on my mouth.

"Shut up!" he hissed. I wiggled under him and tried to kick him away from me. Since he was still standing I managed to drive my foot up and kick him in the chest. In my haste I fell to the floor in a heap Charlie was on me in a second flattening me on my stomach. I turned over and looked at him.

"Get the fuck off me Charlie!" I yelled at him. "DAD!" I shrieked.

"Your dad ain't home." he told me as he strattled my body holding me down with his hands. "Now I paid good money for a good time with you-"

"You what?! You sleaze back!" I yelled as I struggled beneath him again pushing and kicking for a good two minutes. Charlie lowered himself onto me and kissed my lips, his kiss was sloppy and lustful covering the whole of my lips in his mouth. My lips shrivled at the disgust of his saliva all over my iron shut mouth. When he pulled away and tried to kick at him again but he smiled yet again.

"Oh you like it rough eh kid? You sure have changed since last I saw you. Don't worry I like it rough too." he joked. I yelled and grunted trying to free myself from him.

"You're disgusting!"

"You're usually quiet, what happened?" he asked, his calm voice was putting me on edge.

"Charlie get the hell off me!" I screamed fighting wasn't any use but I didn't stop. He moved my arm under his knee sending a jolt of pain shooting up my arm. I yelled in pain from his bony knee and his weight. He began to undo his belt with his free hand.

"Please, charlie!" I yelled at him, he ignored me and instead slapped me across the face, my cheek stung from where he hit me and I stopped moving for a moment. And he began to attack my neck with his mouth. Biting and sucking hard on the sensitive skin.

His teeth clamped down and I yelled out when his sharp teeth broke the skin, feeling my blood enter his mouth as he began to suck. His other hand moved my other arm under his knee to keep my down. His hands clamping down on my breasts squeezing hard. Then moved to my sides where I could feel his fingertips pushing into my skin that would quickly form bruises.

I shut my eyes and tried to block out not only the pain but the feel of his advances. I tried to picture him as someone else, but no one I would want to be with would be this rough and careless. I tried to ignore everything that was happening but that was to no avail as well. I felt every movement, every touch, every bruise being formed as my body- without my permission- fought back, receiving multiple slaps, punches, pinches and bits. Soon my dress had been ripped open. And his wandering hands groped my body, his clammy dirty hands touching the skin I always kept hidden, his nails dragging across my stomach ripping and rubbing the flesh raw.

I risked a look at him when he paused. He seemed to be trying to figure out how to undress himself without letting me up. He sat up and yanked on my hair. His fingers tangling in the mass of brown hair and yanked me across the floor closer to the table. His belt was completely off and he used it to tie my wrists to the leg of the table. When he was done I immediately started to jiggle my hands around rattling the table in an attempt to break the harsh leather.

"Hey you'll only be making that table rattle with my help!" he laughed his words slurred together, and for the first moment I realized how completely wasted he was. He was swaying back and forth his movements once fast were slower, and his eyes were dazed as he unzipped his pants. He looked at me as if I were a meal to him it sent horrified shivers down my spin and I tried to unlock my hands again.

He didn't do the rest, he couldn't, when he scooted closer to me I kicked my leg up catching him right in the nose.

Charlie fell into a heap on the floor, knocked out. I couldn't believe it, I had avoided rape from Charlie for the first time, it was easy when I fought back.

I used to just check out when it happened, of course he had never tried to fully rape me and he hadn't tried in a few years but I couldn't believe I did it. I knocked him out and got away from him.

Suddenly the realization that I was in fact almost raped hit me like a truck.

I began to shake violently, large sobs escaping my mouth as I frantically tried to free myself from the table. It hurt because of the sharp table leg as I began to kick the top of it. Forcing it to jump and rub against my skin as it jumped up and then went back down.

With one last kick the table escaped the confines of the belt and fell to the side. In a loud crash that made me cringe thinking that it would wake Charlie up. I squeezed one hand out of the belt and then the other throwing it as far away from me as possible.

My dress was shredded down the middle and I hand never felt more exposed and degraded in my life. I snatched one of my dads jackets from the closet, it was big enough to cover my body enough and I ran from the house not even bothering to close the door.

I rushed down the streets keeping my head down to hide my face, my pace quickening with each step until I was sprinting down the streets, to get out of the View.

I hated it, I wanted out, I wanted away from my house and anything like it, I wanted away from the people like Charlie.

My lungs felt they were about to burst and I had to stop my run and slow to a walk gasping in breaths of air to release them back in broken sobs.

Charlie, that bastard, that drunken bastard paying to have a "good time" with me. . . .

wait a minute. He paid, that's what he had said. Who did he pay?

My dad's car. . . my dad's car was in the drive way but my dad was no where to be found in the house, he wouldn't just give someone his car.

It was him.

Charlie had paid my dad, my dad had sold me off to him. No John had sold me off to Charlie. Let him take his car cause he knows I never answer to the door when I see anyone else's come up the drive.

I kicked a discarded bottle across the street, screaming in frustration, anger and pain.

How could he? He's rich he doesn't nee money, and the whole being drunk thing is no reason at all.

As weird as it may have seemed, I didn't want to be alone, I was terrified to be alone, I shouldn't want anyone near me right now or for the rest of my life, and definetly not after I was almost raped by someone.

But I wanted someone to be near me, the thought of walking alone terrified me, what if someone else decided to have "some fun". I didn't have any fight left in me to stop them.

I continued to walk, blind to anything around me and focused on the pavement I walked on.

I came onto a street I immediately recognized as Chris'.

Why am I always ending up back where he is?

I didn't care at that moment, it could have been teddy's house for all I cared I didn't want to be alone.

I ran up to the door and knocked.

When there was no answer I knocked again.

What the hell am I doing? I started to back away from the door, what if his dad was home? What if he was the only one home? Would he recognize me? When the door creaked open I held my breath in fear, then the familiar face looked at me. His blue eyes widened and he instantly closed the door enough so only his face and half his body was visible and out the door.

"What the hell are you doing?" Chris hissed at me, his voice only slightly louder then a whisper.

"WHOSE AT THE DOOR!?" his dad yelled Chris looked back into the house.

"No one don't worry!" he yelled back then turned back to me. "Anna get out of here."

"Sorry I just-" Chris was looking hastily from me to the house and back again. "Chris can you pay atten-"

"CHRIS WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKNG TOO?!"

"Just some kid selling candy!" Chris yelled back quickly.

"WELL GET RID OF THEM!" Chris stepped all the way outside and shut the door.

"You're insane you know that?!" he demanded.

"Chris, I didn't know where else to go." I said my voice cracking. His expression changed and he came closer to me placing his hands on my arms.

"Hey whats wrong?" I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.

"My da-... John Sold me." I said.

"What do you mean? He sold you to the circus or something?" he asked his voice light and teasing.

I opened my eyes and stared right into his.

"He sold my body Chris."

I couldn't tell what Chris was thinking he was like a blank canvas.

"Is the bastard at your house?" he asked his voice tight but slow.

"John, no. the guy yeah." I said. Chris wiped my cheeks with his thumbs and rubbed my arms.

"Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine."

"he didn't rape you did he?" he asked it like it was impossible for a human to form them.

"No, he's knocked out." I said.

"Let's go."

I didn't question, I just followed him to the truck, got in and let him take me wherever he wanted.

Where he wanted to go was my house.

He pulled right into the driveway and got out of the truck with me following behind.

He marched through the still open door, he turned sharply to look at me asking a silent question.

"In the kitchen." I answered. He made his way into the kitchen to see Charlie still laying on the ground.

"well you got him good." Chris said bending down to look at Charlie. "You hit him in the nose knocked him out but it's not broken."

Chris drew back his fist and with a grunt punched Charlie right in the face again.

"But now it is." he said then walked over and grabbed his feet dragging him to the front door.

"Chris what are you doing?" I asked chasing after him, Charlie began to moan and groan and Chris let him go his feet hitting the ground with a thud.

"He's waking up." He said stepping back and stood behind the couch.

"What are you doing?"

"You want to be near him?" he asked before coming over and grabbing my arm pulling me to the couch with him.

Charlie rolled around a few times before he actually woke up, holding his face in pain and peeled himself up off the ground. He looked around confused before his eyes locked on me. I grabbed the first thing I could which was Chris' hand, he gave it a squeeze to assure me he was going to protect me.

"Anna. . .did you do this?" he demanded pointing to his face.

"No I did and you're lucky I didn't gut you like a fish right in that kitchen you sick bastard." Chris snarled at him.

"And who the hell are you?"
"Names Chambers, and I suggest you never come near Anna again or I will personally make it so you can never do something like that again." Chris was even scaring me and I was extremely happy I wasn't the one he was directing his anger at. He was taller then Charlie by about two inches, and although Charlie was big, Chris was more muscular then him.

Charlie stared at Chris, in his white t-shirt and jeans and that downward stare I thought Chris looked like the most intimidating person in the world.

Charlie seemed to think the same thing, because he began to back away towards the door holding his nose. He gave me a warning look and then left slamming the door behind him.

"Thats the first time I've ever seen the trash Take itself out." Chris said, then he turned to me. "Come on lets see what the damage is.

Hope you liked it, I am so sorry i stopped it there, i feel like a jerk.

but i have to go to sleep i have a tournament tomorrow and i have to get up at five. People can be so mean :( If the suns not up neither should people. anyway I'll update soon

Have a good day :)