"Kim!" Jack shouted snapping me out of my thoughts "I almost didn't recognise you"

"Sorry Jack that I decided to wear something different for a change!" I snapped the next morning.

I had to change what I was wearing so no-one would find out what's been happening behind close doors. Even if I told anyone I don't think that they would believe me. Everybody would question the scars and the marks. And Jack would probably want to beat the crap out of anyone that hurt me. Dad would murder my best friend.

Jack's face turned serious. "Kim is thirty three degrees today; it's too hot for hoodies you must be boiling. Take it off"

"NO!" I snapped pulling it tight to my body.

Jack shook his head in disbelief "What's up with you lately? You've been pretty distant and not paying attention in class"

"What's your point?"

"This isn't the Kim I know. And Kim I have never seen you wear something that's loose and covers your arms. It's almost like you are hiding something"

He reached out to touch me.

I flinched before he came even came close, a burning pain sped up my back.

His hand froze in the air "Kim"

I slammed my locker shut and turned to face him, forgetting about the horrible state of my face. I attempted to cover it with foundation and concealer however no amount make-up could really disguise the scars, not the hidden ones. My nose was broken, I have two huge black eyes because of that and my face is all scratched.

His mouth hung open "Kim who did this to you?"

I got home yesterday to discover he'd been drinking again while I was at school. Just my luck. Thanks a lot mum. Thanks a bunch. This is your fault: not mine and not his. You drove him to this. Why did you leave me?

"Kat. Kat; come out come out wherever you are. Come out and play cat. Come and get your mouse"

I barricaded the door with boxes and leaned against it, closing my eyes. Please go away. Leave me alone. This once just let me have some alone time. I could feel the tears coming this time and he hadn't done anything to hurt me yet.

"Let me in!"

"NO!" I screamed back. I don't know what's worse the physical pain or the emotional turmoil that I am.

He charged at the door, making the room shake.

"Dad, don't!" I screamed as I was flung forwards with my boxes. "It's not my fault that she left you, that she left us"

"It's not mine either!"

"If I had the choice I would have gone with her!" I screamed.

He grabbed me and punched my nose so hard that it must have been broken. "Poor little kitten you are going to get me some" He forced me against the bed and rubbed his body against mine. He pushed me back onto the bed and ripped my clothes off. I tried to fight back but it was feeble as soon as he had had a few drinks he was unstoppable. He tied my wrists together to my ankles so tight that the ropes would undoubtedly leave marks.

He kissed me, his rough beard scratching my face. He pulled away from me and wiped his face rid of my blood. "You bitch" He said and hit me "that's for getting blood on my face"

He turned me over so I had my back to him and he pushed up into me.

Eventually he passed out beside me. But I had to wait. He did this five or six times everyday now and most of the time he woke up after passing out and would hurt me again. I was right. He woke up and got up. He disappeared for five minutes and then he came back with the iron in his hand. He forced me onto my stomach and without warning he pressed the iron into my back.

I screamed blue murder but he gagged me and punched me again to keep me quiet.

It hurt so fucking much and this is by far the worst think he had ever ever done to me this past month. I heaved, the smell of my burning flesh stuck in my throat. I bit my lip hard drawing blood. It was physical agony but I knew that the more I made a sound and that the more I fought then the more he would hurt me. He made sure that I was terrified of him. And honestly? He was the single thing that I am more terrified of than anything else in the world.

"Just leave it Jack!" I snapped and walked away from him.

But Jack being the knight in shiny armour that he loves to be, followed me.

"So you don't have to tell me what's been going on but I am curious because I have never seen you act like this and I am worried about you, not to mention your face looks really painful"

Tears rolled down my cheeks, stinging my face. "We've got to go to class" I said walking down the hall.

Jack laughed as he ran to keep up with me. "We're in the same class with Milton and Jerry too. Kim tell me"

"No there's nothing to tell you I'm just really clumsy alright?" I cursed silently.

He laughed. "Kim you are a gymnast, a black belt and a cheerleader and I know for a fact that you aren't clumsy. Besides I know that they worry about you too and this is the first time that I have actually properly spoken to you in like a month" He put his hand on my back.

I screamed in agony louder than I ever have before in my life. Black dots appeared in my vision just as he lifted my hoodie and I didn't have the strength anymore to fight back. "Jack…..Don't!"

But that wasn't enough…..