Song: Crawling by Linkin Park

Author's Note: This chapter is brutal and heartbreaking. I totally understand if you skip over it. This is the part that I was dreaming and woke up to. I know I have the weirdest messed up dreams ever. Most of my books are based on parts of dreams and I add to them to make them to what they are...so here it goes...remember life is not all about gumdrops and rainbows...sometimes darkness surrounds us and sucks us into another world.

I'm afraid to look up. Afraid to see him looking at me with those craving haunting eyes. My mind flashes back to all the times that my dad had taught me about self defense and to never give up. I know I will not go down easily I will do what I have to do to survive whatever this is.

The click of the door tells me that I made a mistake; I should have never walked into this house to begin with. I should have set the boy down and go. Why do I care if he cries? Why do I always try to please those around me? Why couldn't my friends come in with me?

I take a deep breath and turn to look at him. He has already slipped his belt from the loops of his jeans; he is already unbuttoning them along with the zipper.

"Mr. Harper, I should be going now, my friends are waiting for me," I tell him in a firm voice trying to be strong and not let my voice break from being scared.

"Now...little girl...you come up in here and wearing that makes a guy hurt. You can't be teasing me like that."

I glance down at my cheer uniform.  "Mr. Harper it's a cheer outfit...I...I'm not trying to tease you. Look I really should be going." I start to walk forward and he steps in my way blocking me from leaving. I feel my heart rate start to pick up. "My friends are waiting for me," I tell him again as a lump forms in the bottom of my throat and catches on the last part.

"They can wait." He reaches up and touches a strand of my hair making vomit rise in my throat. "So soft...so clean...my god you smell good," he moans as he steps into me to smell my hair. I back away with a turn of my head. I want him to get the hell away from me.

"Mr. Harper...I'm warning you step the hell away from me...let me leave." I don't let my voice crack but it falters more towards the end again. I see it in his eyes, pure evil.

His eyes go wide and he laughs, "You warning me; how about this I will give you a little warning. You make that boy wake up and I will make sure you never see another day. Now you are going to be a good girl and you are going to do what I tell you."

I turn to glance at the toddler sound asleep in his bed as his hands come up around my neck and he pulls me closer into him. I can smell the reek of alcohol and smoke on his breath and I almost vomit all over him.

I will not go down without a fight that is for sure. I spit in his face and then push him as hard as I can away from me. I get past him and his hand jerks me back. Forcing me onto the bed next to the bed that the little boy is sleeping in. His belt comes around my neck and he tightens it as tight as he can, which causes me to gasp for air. I am clawing at the belt and at my neck trying to get enough air to breath.

There is a knock at the door and I hear Anthony. "Dad...what are you doing? Do you have any idea who she is? Dad..." He sounds worried as he bangs in the door again.

"Son go away this doesn't concern you," he slurs.

"But dad...she is Harlow's daughter. Do you really want to do this?"

I look up at him and he is looking down at me with a shit eating grin. His teeth are stained yellow; some are decaying of what teeth he does have because a few are missing. I see the look in his eyes. I look towards the door and he jerks my face back to look at him with his callused rough hands.

"You Harlow's girl....this must be my lucky day. He owes me so much for all the bullshit he has put me through. This is going to be fun." He tightens his grip on my jaw and forces a kiss onto my lips bruising them. The one hand grabs my skirt and rips it to shreds. I keep trying to kick him off of me but he is twice, maybe even three times my size.

I let go of the belt around my neck and if tonight is the night I die I want to make sure they find this bastard. I claw into his face breaking a nail in the process...yes I will die with your blood and skin in my nails. I will give them the DNA they will need to put your ass away. I watch as he bleeds. His had comes down, baring all its force against the side of my face. I hear ringing in my ear.

He rips into my body, forcing his hands into me. I scream and start hitting the shit out of him. Then I tighten up my fist and knock the hell out of him. His hand comes back and hits me so hard busting my lip open this time. I feel and taste blood in my mouth. Not only that but the tears come more rapidly now. I am begging him to stop. "Please...don't do this...please..." I try to scream out louder but his hand holds my mouth shut.

Me begging only makes him smile more. When he comes back down he moves his hand off my mouth to kiss me. I bite shit out of his lip. I know it's gross but I am running out of options here. I taste the stale beer from his lip and then a metallic taste of his blood. I feel like I'm going to puke.

Of course I should have just been still the way he asked me to be. But that is not happening. I fight and he fights back until he knocks the shit out of me and I hear more ringing in my ears. My vision starts to go blurry and I fade in and out of what is really happening here.

His hand covers my mouth again so no one can hear my screams as he enters me, forcing himself into me. I scream...and scream for help and no one comes. Tears stream down my face as I gasp for air. He is almost finished when another knock comes at the door.

"What the fuck...go away dammit," he yells pretty pissed off. He gets up off of me but for some reason I can't seem to move. I am frozen, paralyzed my body is trying to figure out what move to make. He opens the door and yells down the hallway. "Anthony get your ass in here."

Anthony comes to the door and I know he sees me. "Dad what the hell! Why do you have to do this shit?" he says it like it's not the first time that this has ever happened. I wonder how many other girls have been here. Did he drag them here against their will or did they come not knowing this would happen to them? Did any of them make it out alive?

"Oh come on now. She was asking for it; you want some?" He looks back over at me with a shit eating grin.

"No!" Anthony looks over at me and then quickly looks away as if he is afraid to see what is really happening here.

"Yeah...you do...come on let's make a man out of you boy," he pressures him as he pulls him into the room and shuts the door behind him. "Come on boy you got to become a man sometime."

"Dad...I can't she...she's...Jake's girl. Dad she is my friend." He is trying to find ways out of it but his dad is not taking no for an answer.

"I have her all nice and ready for you. Do it, what the hell you waiting for," he slurs again slapping him on the back of the shoulder.

"Dad...I can't." He turns to leave the room and his dad slams the door and locks it.

"You will do this...or else."

I don't know what 'else' meant but Anthony knew what he meant. He is bigger than his dad but he is scared shitless of him. I wonder what his dad must do to him behind these closed doors. I see the look he gives him and I have no way out of this. I'm already sore, numb from his dad. So when he climbs ontop of me I don't have the fight in me any longer. I hear him whisper in my ear. "Please forgive me Ana...I don't want this." I close my eyes as I turn my head and drift away somewhere deep into my mind.

When I come to I hear bits and pieces of a conversation. I look around the dim lit room trying to see where I am.

"Carry her into to corn field. By morning maybe the coyotes will have gotten her, no one will ever know."

"Dad I can't just leave her out there," he argues with him. But his dad backhands him across the face. The slap was so hard that it echoed in the small room.

"You will do what I tell you to boy and the next time you back talk me so help me." He pushes him towards me and leaves the room. I fade in and out.

I feel his arms pick me up, tossing me over his broad shoulders and carry me out of the room. My eyes get a glimpse of the blood stained bed, my blood. As he carries me though the house my eyes open and close.bI drift in and out. I see them looking at me. I see them laughing.

No one gives a shit what just happened to me and it makes me wonder how many times this has happened before. The cool night air touches my bare naked body as he carries me out. When we get into the corn field I was surprised that he didn't throw me down, instead he lays me down gently.

He kneels down beside me and says softly as if he feels sorry for me, "Ana...I never meant for this to happen. You should have never come into the damn house. My dad, he is a fucking evil drunk. I don't want to leave you out here...please god forgive me for the sins I have committed."

I look up at him without blinking. I am so zoned out. I watch as he gets up and leaves me there...to die.

Author's note: OK guys...I warned you it was brutal. Now time for healing and Revenge.

I didn't mean to sound so harsh...but life is not always good.