Warning: I don't know but this chapter might contain violence. If this one doesn't then the next one will. You have been warned, so read on.
*Very long chapter*
Sometime in the middle of May

As always, Mark had to leave for L.A. soon. He'll be back for a week before he leaves on tour, which I found will last till after the release of their next album in September.

My head has been murderous lately, as well as my joints. If it wasn't for the fact I was seventeen, I'd blame it on old age.

It seemed like with every move, something would hurt. My wrists were swelled up twice the normal size, and my knees and ankles would buckle and lock up each time I would stand.

The soreness was unbearable at times, inhabiting me from doing much.

Though the pain felt like the devils wrath, I refused to tell Mark. He already has so much to worry about, with touring, the band and all.

I just couldn't bring myself to add onto the burden.

"I'm going to be back soon," he began. 

"I'll only be gone for a day or to," I recited along with him.

"Yes, Mark, I am aware. You've told me that at least twenty times by now," I laughed, giving him a semi forced smile.

"Now hurry," I stumbled up, trying not to wince, and pushed mark towards the door.

We left, Mark taking the drivers seat. Part of me was worried on how I was expected to drive myself back. With the shooting pain in my wrists and ankles, I'm not sure how easy a stick shift sounded, or pushing the pedals.

"Lis?" He glanced over at me once we reached the airport, for what felt like the hundredth time this year.

"Yes," I looked to him.

He parked, getting out of the car and coming to my side, opening to door for me.

I stepped out with a smile, only for it to disappear when the sudden weight on my feet caused my ankles to cramp. Unwillingly, I let out quiet sound.

Mark gave me a worried look, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I avoided eye contact, only giving a small grin.

"That's the worst fake smile I'v ever seen," he shook his head.

I glanced down, defeated. "Okay, I don't feel the best."

"For how long?" He asked softly.

"Longer than I wish," I finally admitted.

He ran his thumb across my cheek. "Why haven't you told me?"

"I don't want you to worry," I explained, moving slightly from his touch.

Mark opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something. But instead, he only sighed and shook his head.

"I have to go," he said, looking at his watch.

Nodding, I reached up to give him a hug. He kissed my forehead, holding me tightly.

"Bye Mark," I whispered.

"Bye Lissa," he flashed me a smile before grabbing his bags and rushing off into the busy airport.

And with that, I left. Hoping to get home and rest my aching body.

Two days later

I haven't done much these past few days. My body felt like all of hell, it was as if the only thing I could do was sleep.

Mark called me last night, he told me he'd be returning today. Which might be the only good news I've received in awhile, helping to lift my mood slightly.

Today was going like every other day so far, uneventful and boring. Well, until I heard a noise.

Please God, tell me I'm going crazy and hearing things, I begged, not that there is someone in here.

As if my prayer was answered by the devil, a loud bang came from somewhere else in the house. Quickly followed by a mans voice.

"Shit, now if there is anyone here, they'll know we are too."

"Well if you'd shut the hell up, we'd maybe still have a chance at not being caught," came a much harsher voice.

Instantly, I was on alarm, looking around for anything I could use as protection. My bat was upstairs and I was currently on the couch, no where near my wooden savior.

I really need the invest in a gun or something.

As I stood up, my knee buckled out from under me. Most situations would of caused me to scream from the pain coursing through my leg, but I had worse things than that to worry about.

"What's that sound?" The man with the ruder voice spoke. 

My eyes searched the surrounding area, trying to find anything that could be of use against the two robbers.

"Damn," I whispered, looking around again, hoping that my gaze skipped over some lamp or vase. Yet, there was nothing. 

"Who are you?" The first man spoke, causing me to freeze in my spot.

The intruded was wearing all black, paired with black hair and a short stature. Another man, the one I assume to of have sounded harsher, came up behind the small guy.

Unlike the first dude, this one was a massive. He seemed to have a heavy but strong build, probably well over 6'4, ginger hair with a graying beard. He too, was dressed head to toe in black. 

"It's a girl," the black haired one spoke, looking at me in amazement. As if he has never seen another female before.

"I can see that," the older one rolled his eyes. 

"She's pretty too," shorty added on, completely ignoring his companions previous words.

The gingers eyes seemed to travel up my body multiple times, his lips twisting into a wicked grin.

"That she is," he nodded, still staring as if I was food. "Why don't you go get her for me, Billy."

The younger one, Billy I assume, started walking towards me.

Shit, my brain yelled.

My legs started to carry me backwards, much to my dismay, my already broken body refused to move faster than three steps an hour.

He easily caught me.

I fell, landing on the ground with a thud.

Billy was on me in a matter of seconds, quickly pinning my pained body to the floor.

"No," I screamed, thrashing my legs in an attempt to loosen the black haired ones grip.

"Yes," the ginger mocked, coming over to stand above us.

The young one stood up, leaving me there. I tried to move, attempt a flee for the stairs. But to no avail.

The ginger came over, kicking my in my ribs.

"Oww!" I yelped, only earning me another blow to the other side.

"Go look for some stuff of value, I'll take care of her," he instructed Billy, smirking like crazy.

The man took hold of one of my arms, proceeding by dragging me across the living room floor. I attempted to grab onto table legs, though that did not do any good other than just bang my body more into things

Well this is sure to help my already sore joints, I thought sarcastically.

"Billy boys right," he looked down at me, "you are very pretty."

Without even a second to dwell on the thought, he quickly had my arms restrained above my head, climbing on top of me.

The older man's hand slowly lifter the think Aerosmith shirt that clung to my body, ripping it off with one easy pull.

Luckily for me, he didn't make a move to rid of my bra. Instead, he just grabbed the soft flesh on my chest, squeezing my breast with a sick look in his eyes.

Horrified, my eyes doubled as he started to unbuckle his pants.

"Get off of me," I started struggling even more.

In return, he slapped me across my face before moving to push my jean shorts down.

Thinking quickly, I saw my one chance at escaping. I kneed him where the sun don't shine.

"You little bitch," he snarled.

Oh, I've pissed him off now, was for some reason the only thing that ran through my head as he started to repeatedly punch me, making sure to give a blow anywhere his fists could reach.

Closing my eyes, the beating seemed to come to a halt.

Realizing he was no longer on me, I made a mad crawl for the steps. Forgetting about every bit of pain that previously settled in me.

"Not so fast whore," I could hear his angered mutter from behind me.

Terror overtook my body as I felt the sharp edge of a knife slice through my back.

It came down on me hard at least three times, though I'll put money on he nicked me at least twenty.

With each cut of the cold metal, I let out an ear piercing scream.

This can't be happening, I mentally cried, this has to be a dream.

"No," I whimpered, but before the robber could inflict any more pain upon me, the phone started to go off.

"The phone's ringing." I herd the other dude, Billy yell from where I think was the upstairs bedroom. 

"The phones ringing," I heard Billy yell from what I assumed was upstairs.

He turned his head and I made a very painful but mad dash for the stairs. He somehow didn't notice that I had moved. I also tried my best to not let there be to much of a trail of blood. My leg felt almost useless from the bruising, aching that's been there and the new gash. 

The ginger turned his head to see watch the phone, as it would not stop ringing.

Seeing the opportunity, I made a very painful dash for the steps.

Somehow, someway, God must of been on my side, as he did not notice my escape.

My leg was pretty much useless, and the blood trailing from my back almost had me frozen in fear of how deep the gash was, but I had no time to be thinking on that.

After what seemed like an eternity of crawling and limping, I made it to the upstairs bathroom.

Searching for a hiding place, my eyes landed on the closet, it was my only hope at this point.

I opened the door to my hiding place, pushing a few things aside before burying myself under some towels.

"Where the hell did she go." I could hear the man from downstairs yell. "Billy, search the f*cking house. I think there's a guy that live's here too." 

"Where the hell did she go?" The man who attacked me yelled from the living room.

"Billy!" He shouted, almost making me flinch, "find the bitch, before someone else gets here."

"Yeah, I think some dude lives here as well," Billy called from the bedroom.

A teardrop unwillingly fell from my eye. It took all my will power to not sob from the pain and fear of this situation.

The door slowly creaked open, I could see a light start to shine through the cracks in the closet.

I grabbed a towel, putting it over my mouth to muffle any sounds of breathing.

As the shuffling noise grew louder from outside where I was, my head started to spin. The lack of oxygen was getting to me, but there was no way I would inhale. My life might literally depend on how long I can go without breathing at this point. 

As my luck slowly deteriorated, the door to the closet opened. I'm about to fucking die.

Through the blanket of towels above me, I could make out Billy's silhouette.

A part of me was relieved, he seemed to be the nicer one, as long as you forget the fact they were both robbers attempting to kill me. 

To my dismay, he poked his head inside, looking straight at where I was. My hope vanished the second our eyes met.

My worlds started to fall in on me, there was no way I was making it out of this.

The black headed man seemed to be deep in thought as he stared me down.

"Listen," he began, "I'll tell my partner I couldn't find you, just promise you wont turn me in."

My eyes watered even more, just this time in sheer happiness, he was giving me a chance.

Not taking any longer to respond, I moved some of the towels so he could see me, nodding my head at a vicious rate.

Another sharp pain ripped through me, I could feel more of the blood poor from my wounds.

My eyes widened at the next problem, I was gonna bleed out here.

Billy must of saw my panic, as he seemed to give me a sympathetic look, "you're gonna be okay, just stay here."

When he finished speaking, I could here a door shut from in the drive way. A smile took over my face, that had to be Mark.

"They'll help you," was the last thing he said before shutting the doors and leaving.

Talking could be heard from downstairs, followed by hushed footsteps and the slam of the back door.

It took all my energy to come out from the closet. Ungracefully, I collapsed on the bathroom floor in a heap of sobs. 

The front door opened, someone coming in. I assumed it was Mark, or at least, I was hoping it was.

"Help," I attempted to yell out, although, my voice came out as only a small whisper.

I could here the footsteps downstairs become quieter.

"Help me," I shouted a little louder. Still nothing.

"Please help," I wailed, using the last bit of strength in me to increase my volume.

The sound of something hitting the floor made it to my ears, followed by the person running up the stairs, I could easily hear the urgency in there pace.

More and more tears came from my eyes, each cry that came from my mouth only resulted in more pain.

Someone started banging on the door. I didn't realize it was locked, but I was too weak to do anything about it.

"Open," Marks snarl came through the wooden frame.

"Come on, open you fucking door," and with a loud thud, the barrier swung open.

A horrific look covered the blondes face as he saw me laying, bleeding and bruised in a pool of crimson liquid.

"What happened," he turned the lights on and rushed to my side.

"Someone broke in," I wheezed, feeling my consciousness start to tug at me.

He helped me to sit up right, propping me against the wall. Mark was examining the damage, though the amount of blood made it hard to see the full extent of my cuts.

I looked down to my thigh, where most of the blood was spilling from.

He took his jacket off, wrapping it around my thigh.

"You need to go to the hospital," his eyes raked over me in on worried glance.

I was about to object, but I knew it would do me no good. He would take me regardless of rather I wanted to or not.

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"Okay." I nodded. "Let's run you a warm bath and clear up all the dried blood. It'll make you feel better." He got up and started to run the bath water. "You can undress."  

I slowly slid my torn shirt off, the only reason it came off so easily is the fact it was literary almost torn in half. I tried to take my jeans shorts off but that was useless, between the jacket tied around my thigh and the lack of strength in my arms and legs, moving and taking stuff off was hard.

"Let me help." Mark came back over to me. I nodded with a sad glance. He got down on his knees and started to untie the jacket from my thigh. More blood came dripping off of me when he got that off. "Can you stand?" He questioned me.

"Maybe." I mumbled and placed my hands on the floor beside me. My upper body strength just wouldn't cut it. "Hear." Mark spoke softly and gently wrapped his arms under my arm. He lifted me off the ground. 

"Ahh." I yelped, my knee's buckled. Mark made sure to not let me fall. I lent over the sink and started spitting out blood. 

Mark kept his arm around me and used one hand to rub my back. "You good now?" He watched me for any signs of me spitting up more blood. Ehh, I feel like a baby, great.

"Okay hold this to your thigh." Mark put his already ruined jacket to my leg. I held it there as he bent back down to take my shorts off. "Sh*t, how many times did he try to stab you?" Mark looked over my exposed stomach and back where it looks like a cat attacked me. The worst one was on my thigh.

"To many." I shook my head. "We'll get them cleaned and bandaged after you get clean." He told me. "I'm gonna go see how many things got messed up, can you try and get your um... bra and you know off." Mark said.

I nodded and stumbled around to look in the mirror. I suddenly became self-conscious, I already look terrible and now I'm covered with cuts and bruises, I'm also half naked in-front of Mark, could this get any worse.

"I'll leave the door open, yell if you need something." He walked out the door. I attempted to unhook the back of my bra but second I took my hands off the counter that supported me, I just about fell. I'm so pitiful, I hate it.

After about five minutes of struggling to get off my undergarments and not fall, I gave in. "Mark!" I called. He was in the bathroom with me within seconds. "What's wrong?" He looked worried.

A tear rolled down my cheek again. "I can't get my own bra off." I spoke quietly and embarrassed. "Hey, hey. Don't cry, baby, it's okay. Don't be embarrassed." Mark came over to me.

He handed me a towel. "Wrap this around the front of you and I'll unhook it." 

I held the towel to my chest as he wrapped his arms around me and tried to blindly unhook the back of my bra. I hung my arms around Mark's neck. There was a fear in me that if I let go, something would happen.

I felt the bra I had on slip from me and fall between us. My bare breast pressed up against him. It didn't quite occur to me that this was 'exciting' Mark until I felt something hard press up against my thigh. He grunted, my cheeks flushed crimson.

"Please don't look at me, I look disgusting." I shook my head with a sigh. "Oh I wont." He laughed but I could tell it was forced.

He helped me to the bath somehow with his eyes closed. I carefully climbed in it and laid down in it. The water turned a darker color from the blood that came off of me. "You can open your eyes now." I uttered when I made sure that nothing was overly visible.

Mark opened his eyes and looked my water covered figure over. "I'm really black and blue now, aren't I." I attempted to joke. "That looks painful." Is all he said before taking a rag and running it across my face. "My body feels like hell." I responded.

"It'll get better, I promise." Mark started to help me wash off. I couldn't help but just blush the whole time. My best friend, who is male, is having to help me bathe because I'm to weak to do anything on my own.

"I should of gotten here sooner, I shouldn't of left. God, Lissa, I'm sorry, this is my fault." He traced a thumb over one of the cuts on my stomach. "Ah." I whimpered, he pressed a little to hard on my rib area.

He instantly took his hands out of the water than looked at me as if to ask what is wrong. "I think one or two of my ribs are broken." I explained.  

I reached out of the water and grabbed Mark's hand, pulling it towards my cheek. "It's not your fault." I mumbled.

Mark took my hand and kissed it. He then looked down and examined it. "Your hand is bruised." He observed. I wanted to respond with 'no duh' but I decided that it wasn't the best time for sarcasm.

"Can you still not stand up?" He asked. I tried moving my legs but nothing happened other than making them hurt more. "No." I shook my head. Mark gave me a sympathetic look.

He went over and grabbed a dry, white towel. "Here. I kinda gotta see what I'm doing so I don't drop you or hurt you anymore." Mark reached down and slowly lifted me out of the water. My head started to feel heavy.

I looked down at my limp body embarrassed. "I've seen a naked woman before, you know. We're just friend, I'll try not to look." Mark watched my face the whole time. He sat me down on the counter and helped me wrap the towel around myself.

I looked at Mark's shirt and saw red all over it. "Is that my blood?" I asked kinda unsettled. He looked down at the shirt and nodded.

I let out a distraught noise, not good, not good. "I'll be right back." He left the bathroom and came back quickly with one of his shirts and red lacy underwear. Out of all the stuff he could of grabbed, red lace, seriously.

Mark told me to drop the towel so I did. He slipped the shirt of his he got over my head than helped me put on the red lacy underwear that he just had to get. 

"You know, I've undressed a woman but I'm not sure if I've ever actually dressed one." He joked. My face instantly went red when he said that. "Mark!" I spoke sheepishly. "I'd hit you but that'd only hurt my hand."

"There's your attitude." Mark looked up at me with a smile. "What was it you said was good news?" I asked. "Oh yeah, after alot of talking with the manager, you're coming on tour with us." He explained to me. "Really?" I smiled, maybe the first time all day. "Yes, darling, I'll explain more tomorrow." He grinned when he saw my smile.

He made me lay back on the sink counter and he wrapped bandaging around my stomach and thigh where the cuts were, it hurt alot.

He then carried me to the bedroom. "I'm going to go lock everything then I'll be right back up here." Mark told me before leaving the bedroom.

I glance around at everything. All the drawers were opened and stuff was everywhere. The definitely searched the room for stuff.

After a an almost fearful quietness, Mark soon came back into the room. He locked the bedroom door and closed and locked the window.

He climbed in bed with me after. "So, the man that broke in tried to rape you?" Mark asked. "Y-yeah." I nodded, sniffling. "But he didn't?" He raised an eyebrow. "N-no, I wouldn't l-let him." Tears came running down my cheeks.

"Hey, don't cry. Go to sleep and you can tell me everything in the morning. But for now you need to sleep." He brought me really close to him. I rested my head against his chest, letting the rhythm of his heart calm me.

"Thank you for helping me, thank you for saving me." I mumbled. "I'll never let anyone hurt you again, I promise. Now go to sleep baby girl, go to sleep." He whispered.

I slowly started to drift off into a painful sleep as Mark held me to him in a protective grasp.

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A/N

So, that is the first time in like months I've updated twice in one week. Also this might be the longest chapter I've wrote so far. I know it wasn't overly good but I tried. Please keep reading, I'll probably update sometime in the next couple day's too. Nothing in this chapter was true.
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