Me and Bree had to sleep in the same bed. She cried haft the night, that use to me. Now I don't see the point of crying. I woke up to the sun in my face. I got up and stretched. Well if i'm going to be stuck here for awhile I might as well keep living my life. I always do stretches so I don't lose my flexibility. I do the splits (all ways), touch toes, every stretch you can think of.

"What are you doing?" Bree asked.

"Stretches." I said as spread my legs and reach as far as I can.

"Why?" She yawns.

"I do this every morning, I don't want to lose my flexibility." I stop. I cross my legs and face her.

"How can you be so calm?" She asked siting up. I took a deep breathe and stood up.

"Look Bree, I don't know what your life use to be, but mine wasn't any better then this." I said. She looked sad for me.

"Don't feel bad, because I'm fine now, I just been through worst." I looked down. 

"I can tell, I saw the scars." She said. I look up shocked. Before I could say anything, she hugs me out of no where. I didn't hug back, this is weird. No one hugs me.

"I'm happy i'm not alone anymore." She started to cry again. Oh boy. I hugged her back to try to make her better. Then there was a loud knock.

"Bitches! Were hungry!" It sounded like Calum.

"Bitches?" I said to her

"Be right down." Bree yelled to him. She waited till he walked away then looked at me. 

"Time to make breakfast." She walked to the bed and went under it. She grabbed some grey fuzzy socked and put then on. She was wearing black shorts and a grey sweater that hangs off her shoulder.

"Want some?" She asked. I nodded and she give me red ones to go with the flannel. I put them on and I put my hair up into a messy bun. She just brushed her hair, she had really shiny hair when she brushed it. We went down and Calum and Michael were on the couch playing Video games. I followed Bree to the kitchen, and she got some pans out.

"Were going to make pancakes today." She said.

"Why can't they make their own food." I asked looking at them. She shrugged.

"I don't think they can." She whispered smiling, I haven't seen her smile till now. I laughed a little. Bree started to make the bater and put the stove on. I can't really cook, I just waited for her to tell me what to do.

"Can you flip the pancakes?" She asked me. I nod and take her place. "I have to go to the bathroom." She walked out and went to the corner. I just stood there and looked at the pancakes and waited to flip. Then I felt hands go around me. I turn and see a shirtless Luke in front of me. 

"Hello Beautiful." He smirked. I rolled my eyes and hit him with the spatula.

"Don't call me that." I turned and flip a pancake.

"i'll call you what I want to." He said putting his hand back where they were (On my hips). So I hit his hands with the spatula. "OW!" He yelled. I smirked and flipped another one. He hit me back, not hard but not light neither.

"Stop hitting me." He wined. Sounded he was getting madder, but so was I.

"Stop touching me." I said back. I flipped the last pancake. Luke put his hands on my shoulder and turned me to him.

"Don't talk back to me." he said. Once again I looked into his eyes and got lost. UGH! AVA! Stop it. I shook my head and closed my eyes. I turned to the pancakes and put them on the plate.

"Here." I give him the plate hoping he'd leave me alone.

"This won't be enough, make 4 more plates." He said.

"Why can't you guys do this." I said quietly crossing my arms. He got pissed and dropped the plate. Making the plate break and pancakes go on the floor. "What the hell!" I yelled. I looked up at him and steam could be coming out of his ears. Me and him both. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Bree come back.

"I'm bac- Oh what Happen?" She asked. Luke picked me up from my shirt, well someones shirt.

"Stop. Talking. Back." He said in a deep voice. I grabbed on my him so I wouldn't chock. He put me down and turned to Bree.

"Clean this up and make 4 more." He said. She nods. Luke grabbed my wrist and takes me up stairs. His grip is hurter then Ashton's, maybe because he's mad.

"Ow! Stop" I yelled. It's hurts too much to hide. He didn't say anything, he just dragged me into his room and threw me on the bed. Right after, slamming the door and locked it.

"You need to know your place." He said turning his head.

"You need to control your anger." I spat back. He grew angrier. He walked over to the bed, I back up till I hit a wall.

"Take your pants off." He demanded. I was wearing my black legging still. I shook my head. "Then I'll do it." He grabbed my leg pulling me to him. I screamed.

"NO!" I yelled. He didn't stop. I tried to kick him. He was going to rape me, NO! NO! He started to take my pants off. He practically ripped them off. "LUKE STOP!" I screamed. I kicked him in the face making him stop. I ran into his bathroom and locked it. He started to bang on the door.

"OPEN THIS DOOR!" he yelled. I curled into a ball on the floor. 

"I told you to stop!" I yelled back. 

"AVA!" He kept banging. I put my hands to my ears, till he stopped.

"Luke, your'll break the door. Come on she'll be out later." Someone else said. Then I heard foot steps walk away from me. Finally, alone.