Song: Alive- Sia

I wake up in the shower. Everyone is gone now. I try to go into the house but the doors are locked. Just my luck, so I end up sleeping in the pool house. Not on the bed. I will never, ever be on that bed again. I pull off the blood stained covers and roll them up to put them in the hamper. I fall asleep in the corner of the room, all balled up.

Morning comes and I know they should all be awake by now as the sun shines directly into the pool house . I make my way into the kitchen, where they are all sitting at the table. Both of my parents look up at me at the same time with a startled look.

"Why were you outside?" asks my dad.

"Why are you wearing a robe?" asks my mom.

I look down and I still have on the robe from last night. I have to tell them something. "I feel asleep in the pool house." I avoid making eye contact with them.

"Guess you better go get changed...hurry up now breakfast is getting cold." My mom says as she takes a bite of her toast. It's funny how neither one of them even bother asking me any other questions.

I run up the stairs, closing and locking the door behind me. Walking over to my closet, I strip off the robe. I look into the full size mirror. I have bruises between my legs and around my wrist where he held me down. I find a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Then grab my Converses. I sit down at the vanity and put on a little bit of make-up because I happen to notice a small bruise on my cheek. I can't believe they didn't say anything about that. I open up one of the drawers that contain all my jewelry and I grab several bracelets and covering up the bruises on my wrist, hiding his marks he left on me.

I stare back at the girl in the mirror. "You knew this was going to happen. He has been preparing you for two years now. Prepping you, so why are you so shocked. You're so stupid Coralie. You know he will never let you go now." I wipe the one lonely tear. "No need to be crying now, clear it up." I take a deep breath and head downstairs.

"I went ahead and fixed your plate," mom says as soon as I walk into the kitchen. She thinks I am still upset with her about going to the party last night however that is the last thing that is on my mind.

"Thanks." I sit down slowly in the chair. I look at the plate in front of me and use the fork to push the food around. I keep picking up the eggs but can't seem to bring them to my mouth.

"Are you not hungry this morning?" She asks.

I shake my head no.

"You look like you're coming down with something." She reaches over the table to put the back of her hand on my forehead. "No fever."

I brush her off, "I'll be fine...I'm just not hungry ok." Hell even if I was really sick would even matter at this point.

"Ok. By the way the Nelson's want you to babysit tonight; I told them you could." She says with a smile as she sets her coffee cup back down.

Before I realize it I'm barking at her, "Why? Why would you do that? Call them back tell them I can't."

My father glares at me, "Coralie don't raise your voice to your mother like that."

"Sorry mom...look I can't tonight...I just don't feel good."

"It's not going to hurt you to go over there for a couple of hours." I watch as she looks back over to my dad for his reaction.

"But I don't want too." I demand throwing my fork in my plate and then pushing my plate away from me.

"Young lady....I warned you already." Dad says more firmly.

I feel my eyes form big tears, begging to come out. I glare over at him. "Dad, why do you like him so much?" I ask him.

"Who...Derrick...first of all he works for me and he is a good man. He is family." He talks about him like he is almost like a brother to him. He will never have my side on this.

"Yeah well I don't like him, his not family."

"Coralie what has gotten into you?" He slams the morning paper down on the table.

I bite my tongue. I want to tell them. I should tell them. But they won't believe me. They will say I'm just wanting attention. I'm just a little spoiled brat. That's what Derrick has been telling me for the past two years. After all he is fam-i-ly. He is a GOOD guy. Little do they know he is completely opposite.

Even though, I just turned seventeen still haven't gotten my license yet therefore I don't have a car yet. Dad says it won't kill me to wait another year. Therefore he has to drive me over there. When he answers the door, my dad shakes his hand. I push past them and go straight to the living room.

Thankfully they leave and I'm stuck watching bratty kids. They have three. Jax is ten, going on forty. Maya is seven and then little whiny Bea is four with a massive attitude. Well actually they all have attitudes and who could blame them they take after their parents. I turn on the TV and ignore them as much as possible.

I was hoping that my dad was coming back to pick me up, but I was so wrong. Mrs. Nelson hands me forty-five dollars. "I hope this is enough money." She smiles at me. "And Mr. Nelson will be taking you home."

"Can you take me instead?" I ask softly.

He grunts while walking over to his wife. His hand goes around her waist. "Mrs. Nelson has to put the kids to bed. Come on I can drive you home."

I would rather die than have him take me home. We walk outside and he waits till we are away from the door. "What is your problem?"

"YOU!" I take off walking.

"Get in the car," he says in a firm voice.

"I would rather walk, thank you." I smart off to him.

He grabs my arm. "Don't make me ask you again."

"Don't fucking touch me!" I yell.

He growls, "Get. In. The. Damn. Car or I will put you in it."

I glare back at him, which would be worse me doing it myself of him. I chose to get in, but I sit right up next to the door.

He gets in, starting up the car and backing it out of the drive. Half way down the road his hand finds my upper thigh. I try to move away from him but it only makes him tighten up his grasp harder.

"What's your damn problem?" He says all cool like, like nothing ever happened.

"You know," I say under my breath.

"What last night, seriously your pissed about last night. You know you wanted it as much as I did."

"I never wanted you...I don't want to do this anymore."

He jerks the steering wheel and comes to a stop on the side of the road. I'm still looking out the window.

"Look at me."

I refuse to look at him. God can't you just freaking take me home.

"I said look at me," he says as he grabs my jaw to force me to look at him. "You can't stop this...I won't let you."

"What is this??? You don't own me. You can't tell me what to do. Take me home or I will get out and walk."

"You're not going anywhere," he barks.

I jerk the door handle but it is on safety lock and I can't get out. I try again and it still will not open.

"When are you going to understand that you are mine?"

"I'll never be yours," I spit out.

Apparently this really pisses him off and he puts the car into drive and speeds down the road. He passes the road my house is on. Ten minutes later we are in the middle of nowhere. Freaking trees all around me. I have watched plenty of movies and I know this is going to be the last thing I ever see. This is the end of my life.

He opens his door and instead of letting me get out on my side, he jerks my arm with massive force dragging me over the middle console and out the driver's side door. We walk around the back of the SUV and he opens it up. "Get in!"

I shake my head no.

"I said..." he literally picks my up and throws me in. "get in the damn back."

To my surprise, the seats were already down...all of them as if he had already planned this part of the night. Within seconds my jeans are being ripped off of me. My mind shuts down. Why bother screaming no one is going to come save me.

Half way through, I look out the window and a girl is looking back at me. I hear her, but he doesn't. "Hold on I'll save you."

The next thing I know something slices his throat; he chokes out, "You little bitch." Both of his hands go straight for his neck to stop the blood but it just keeps pouring out. Luckily he falls to the side of me and it takes everything in me to get my leg out from under him.

"He will never do that again. Here lets set the damn thing on fire." I watch her place a small hose into the gas tank and sips up the gas, spitting out what comes in her mouth. She pours the gas all over him. "Come on we can use the lighter in the car to start the fire." She walks over pushing in the lighter in the dash and then it pops out. "Go on do it...he deserves to die."

And I do it. I watch as the flames start up and before I know it he is covered in flames, then the SUV. I turn and walk all the way home, not bothering to look back. By the time I get to the front porch she is gone.