This chapter gets a little dirty. If you are squeamish, please do not read!!

//(NICOLES POV)//

"Dad... please!" I squealed. He just gave me a look of pure hatred as his fist came flying at my face repeatedly.

"YOU'LL DO WHAT I TELL YOU!" He yelled, the small hairs on his scraggly beard vibrated ever so slightly. His hands fiddled with my jeans, pulling them down, along with my underwear. "Spread your legs."

I shook my head violently. he isn't doing this to me again. I can't let him.

He punched me, hard, in the stomach. "I SAID SPREAD YOUR GODDAMN LEGS!!" He yelled. I felt his meaty hands grab my legs and practically rip them open. Without warning, he shoves himself into me, thrusting hard and fast. His delighted moans are mixed with my screams of pain. This went on for 30 minutes, nonstop.

As soon as he excited me, he left. I was alone in my bedroom floor, bawling my eyes out. Right now, I wanted to die. I wanted to escape.

I threw my jeans back on and sobbed into my pillow. I could feel blood dripping out of my mouth. I thought it was because dad made one of my teeth fall out, but I felt the salty tang of blood all the ways own my esophagus. My head began hurting. Really bad. I began coughing. Coughing up blood. Thanks dad.

I then heard sirens. Why are the police coming now? I couldn't care less. I just fell asleep.

//(PATRICKS POV)\\

I stood outside, letting the crisp, evening air pierce my skin. It was nice, Peaceful. I knew all that was gonna change. Its 6:28. The screaming starts at 6:30.

I've seen what he does to her. I've seen her bruises, her scars, her wounds. No one should live like that. I don't even know why I hadn't called the cops.

6:30.

The first scream started. This time, it was different. The scream was scary. She was screaming bloody murder. She sounded like she was in more pain than ever.

That's it.

I fumbled with my pockets to get my phone out. I dialed 911. I rambled a whole lot of landmarks and the address to the house.

Within minutes, Police were on the scene, along with an ambulance in case She's hurt.

They knocked on the door, and almost at once, a man opened up. He gave a smile, but they cuffed him. Why? You ask? Maybe the blood on his shirt and hands.

"There is a girl in there." I yelled. Without thinking, I ran inside and began searching for her. I walked upstairs into the hall. there were two rooms first nothing. I slowly opened the second door. A small light illuminated the room. It was a small bedroom. In the corner, I saw her on top of the bed. I thought she was just asleep until I got closer. She was laying there with blood trickling out of her mouth.

"I found her!" I yelped worriedly. I gently shook her. No response. I tried again, shaking her a bit more aggressively. I heard her whimper and relief showered over me. I didn't really know her. All I knew was that my neighbor, her father, abused her and I can't let that happen anymore.

I heard footsteps behind me and soon enough, she was being lifted onto a gurney and loaded into the ambulance. She didn't look too good. Who would do that? She didn't look much older than 16. She's scarred for life now.

I just watched as they left for the hospital. My heart was beating twice as fast now. I was panicking. What if there's something seriously wrong with her? What if I found her too late?

I ran downstairs and out of the house. I saw Mr. Mendez glaring at me, probably wishing my demise. Okay... now I'm pissed.

I ran up to him as they were about to put him in the back of the police car. My face was inches off his, and every word I spat out was pure hatred. "I've lived in this neighborhood for seven years. Four years ago, I started hearing screams coming from your house every night at 6:30. I knew what you were doing to her. I saw it. I heard it. I saw you beat her. I don't know why I waited this long to call the police, but now that I have, she'll live a good life.... Without you beating her every time she refuses to get you a beer. Its funny... I know all this about you, but I don't know her name. Please, enlighten me?"

His eyes locked on me. Anger surfaced on the dark brown pits. His eyes were fixated on me, taking in every detail. "Why would you need to know?" He gritted through his teeth.

"Because I care." I spat back. I was getting impatient. i clenched my fist at my side. My hatred for him was growing rapidly.

"Nicole. Her name is Nicole. She hates it, though. She prefers Nick or Nikki. That little bitch needs to learn to appreciate the name she got."

"That's all I need to know." I said. I walked back to my house to get my car. I grabbed my keys and drove to the hospital.

--a/n--

Most of this chapter was written while Twin Skeleton's was replaying in my iPod.

This story may or may not be inspired by one of heeheedragon97 s old stories that she took down. Oopsie?

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