Letting out a tired yawn, I snuggled under the warm comforters only for something to wrapped around my waist and pull me back against something hard. My eyes shot open and I slowly lifted the covers to see it was someone's hand.

"Relax," a familiar voice muffled out next to me. I turned on my back and looked to see it was Victor. His eyes was still closed and he was shirtless but wore sweats. I raised the covers again and saw I was not wearing any pants nor a bra. I was just in a large white t-shirt.

I quickly held the covers against my chest. The last thing I remember about last night was when Victor put me in the car.

"Where's my pants? How am I clean?" I asked turning to look at him.

"It was stained with blood and I gave you a bath," he casually replied with his eyes shut.

My eyes widened and mouth dropped in shock. He saw me naked?!

With a swift move, I pushed him back causing him to fall off the bed. He let out a painful groan but I didn't care. Throwing the cover's off me, I swing my legs off the bed and saw my foot was bandaged up. Not only that but my body started to ache with pain.

"What the hell was that for?" he shouted behind me. I ignored his question and got off the bed. Standing on my two feet, I felt as if I was a child taking my first steps all over again.

"Freya, get back on the bed," Victor ordered. Ignoring him, I walked across the room to the door but stopped when I caught a glimpse of my refection in the mirror. I stepped up closer to it and saw my body was covered in bruises and cuts. My neck as all blue from Ross trying to choke me and my cheek was bruised.

Victor made his appearance behind me and I continued to check myself out. I looked like a bus was repeatedly ran into me and somehow I survived. I was then turned around so I was now looking up at Victor.

"I don't know what you think right now but you're still the most beautiful person I know. I also realized why you just pushed me off the bed and I kept my eyes on you this whole time. Never once did I look," he swore.

My eyebrow rose, "I'm suppose to believe you?" I questioned considering his reputation with woman.

He shook his head, "I don't expect you to believe me but I don't keep just any girl around me for so long," he stated.

I stared at him to see he was actually telling the truth. That or I was gullible. "Fine," I huffed out, "I believe you. Where's Ethan?" I asked.

"He decided to go to school today. He figured it would be a distraction for him."

I frowned, "Can you take me home? I'll get-"

"I'm already ahead of you. I got Leo to pick up some of your clothes and bring there her. You can start getting dress in half an hour. Just get some more rest please," he begged.

I slowly nodded, "Okay, but I need to use the bathroom," I admitted.

He let out a chuckle causing my eyebrow to raise. "It's through there," he pointed to the door I had taught was the exit to the bedroom. I let out a groan of annoyance and marched to the bathroom. Walking in, I shut the door behind me and released my bladder before flushing and rinsing my hand and face.

As the water touch my face, I felt a huge sting against my skin. Letting out a hiss, I turned the water off and dried my face. Opening the door, I made my way over to the bed where Victor was already laying on his stomach with his eyes closed. As I got closer, I frowned once I saw his back. The last time I saw a mark on him, it was when he had on a shirt but his scar managed to peek up the back of his neck.

Looking at his back, he had about six or seven of them and they weren't even small scars. They all stretched across his back as if he was whipped. I looked back at Victor to see this time, he was staring at me. Not saying anything, as much as I wanted to, I got under the covers and laid down next to him.

His hand wrapped around my waist as he gently pulled me into his chest. "You can ask if you want," he mumbled next to me.

I turned my head to see he was serious. "You don't have to if you don't want too," I reassured him.

He gave me a small smile, "I know and for that reason, I trust you. I know you'll tell Ethan which I don't mind but I know you wouldn't tell anyone else." He was right. The only person I would tell would be Ethan.

I turned the small smile.

Before he started, he released a heavy sigh and from that alone, I knew this was big.

"I know you and Ethan had nothing to do with my father's death. I knew from the very start you were to innocent to commit such act. You just happen to be there at the wrong time," he admitted.

I felt a lump forming in my throat. He finally admitted the truth. "Why did you hate us then?" my voice came out soft.

"I was angry and jealous at you and Ethan. My father never showed me any love nor even gave me the slightest glimpse. He treated me as if I was some beggar on the street. He treated you and Ethan as if you were both his own children. Everyone knew him as the kind and loving person he was but they never saw what actually went on. He abused my mother and I. One day, he just came home and that happy smile he performed for the town was gone. He just started to punch my mother and I had enough so I tackled him. Of course he was stronger than me at the moment so he knocked me out cold. He waited until I woke up to actually punish me. All I could remember was him taking off his leather belt and striking me with it. His belt ripped some of the skin off my back. From that day, I vowed to seek revenge against him."

"But when someone had kill him, I snapped that day because I wanted to be the one to put a bullet through his head. I wanted to see the look on his face when he saw me holding that gun. I wanted him to beg for mercy the way my mother did when she told him to stop but he didn't. I was suppose to get me revenge," he hissed.

I felt a hot tear roll down my cheek only causing his anger to just turn into a frown. "Why are you crying? I'm sorry if I did something to upset or hurt you," he quickly responded.

Another tear escaped my eye and I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled me over so I was now on sitting top him. "I'm crying because you and your mother didn't deserve that. I'm sorry I never knew," I sobbed.

"No, it's okay. You don't need to be sorry for anything," he softly replied as I buried my face in the crook of his neck. We stayed in this position until I finally stopped crying. It broke my heart into pieces to know that he had such a back childhood. Maybe this is the reason why he turned out to be who he is today.

I pulled away and looked to see him staring at me with a soft smile which caused me to smile. "How long have you been keeping this a secret?" I asked. He let out a sigh, "As long as I could remember. Only Cain knows about this since, well he lived with us."

My eyebrow rose, "Did this happened to him too?"

Victor shook his head, "I protected him. As much as I hated him something, I would take the fall for him when he would get in trouble."

He does have a sensitive side.

"Ohh," was all I managed to choke out.

He hummed in response. Silence took over and I we both just stared at each other. It wasn't uncomfortable silence or awkward silence. It was actually comfortable which was a bit surprising.

His hand held the side of my thighs and I felt shivers run through my body.

"I have to tell you something," he mumbled.

"Yes?"

His thumbs started to rub the side of my thighs in circular motions as if he was nervous which was a bit strange considering I've never seen him nervous.

He stayed silent for a few seconds before talking again. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry about forcing you to get drunk in the restaurant," he sighed as he removed his hand from my thighs.

I felt a bit disappointed for some reason as if I was expecting to hear something else.

I place a small smile on my lips, "You're forgiving," I replied.

"Yeah, are you ready to hit the showers?" he asked.

I nodded my head before getting ready to get off from on top him. His hand quickly grabbed my waist causing me to sit still. He then sat up with me on top him and wrapped his hands under my but to hold me up. I wrapped my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist as he stood up and walked to the bathroom.

My eyes trialed over his face then landed on his jawline.

"Whenever you're done staring, you can get down," he chuckled as he looked at me. I looked around and saw we were in the bathroom in front the sink.

I slowly slide out from his holding and planted my feet on the ground. "I wasn't staring," I lied as my cheeks started to turn red from embarrassment.

"Sure," his voice came out with sarcasm.

I rolled my eyes and looked to see him reaching into the cabinet pulling out a new toothbrush. He opened the package then passed me the toothbrush. I silently thanked him, stood in front one of the sinks and rinsed the toothbrush before putting some toothpaste on it and brushing my teeth. He soon started to brush his teeth as well and comfortable silence took over. Looking at myself in the mirror, my eyes couldn't stop trailing over my bruises.

My mind then started to flash back to everything that happened yesterday. I killed 8 people yesterday. I should be in jail! I only did it in self defense. Do this make me a bad person? What if I turn into a killer?! I don't want to turn into a psychopath. What would Ethan think of me if he saw what really happened? So much pain and brains spattered in that living room.

I rinsed my mouth and rinsed my face. I felt a sting on my cheek and looked back at the mirror to see my cheek had a little cut on it that was slightly bleeding.

I'm guilty. I'm a criminal. What if the town found out? I could lose everything. I don't even think I could walk into school now that I think about it. How am I suppose to explain what happened to my parents if they ask where I was or what happened to me? I doubt they even care. I could see Ross body still covered in blood, myself covered in blood.

A hand grabbed my elbow and I swung around in panic and went to punch the person but my hand was stopped mid-way.

"Freya, breathe," Victor's voice came out soft. I looked up to see a frown was on his face as he was looking at me. I then realized I was breathing heavy. I stared at him for a second before a rush of rage ran through me.

I angrily grabbed my hand back causing him to look a bit shook by my response. "This is your fault!" I shouted in anger.

"What?" he questioned a bit taken back.

I let out a growl, "This is your fault," I pointed at him.

"My fault?" he asked in disbelif.

I nodded my head and limped out the bathroom. "If we hadn't been there, none of this would have happened. If Ethan and I would have went home as we fucking should have, we wouldn't be in this mess," I shouted as I looked around the room trying to spot my bag of clothes Leo bought for me.

"You seriously think this is my fault? Blame your brother for fuck sake. He's the one that made the decision into coming over to my house," Victor fired back as he march behind me.

Spotting my bag in the corner of the room, I walked over and opened it revealing my phone. "No, this all goes back to that stupid deal. If things were how they were, I wouldn't be here all bruised up," I gritted my teeth as I pulled out a pair of ripped blue denim jeans, a sports bra and a white v-neck shirt. Looking through the bag I saw there was no long sleeve shirt or sweater. I then saw there was no sneaker, just my white vans.

I slipped into my jeans and vans only for me to suck in a sharp breath of air as pain struck through the bottom of my foot.

"You're over reacting. I understand this is a lot to take in and you're just mad but you need to calm-"

"Don't you ever tell me to calm down. Do you know what it's like to kill 8 people?" I shrieked. I then let out a growl again and I forgot I was speaking a guy who kills for sports. "Of course you do. You do it for a hobby. I bet you have no remorse when you kill them. They cold probably have a family but you don't give a fuck. You know why?" I asked as I took of his shirt and changed into my sports bra and shirt.

"You have-"

"It's because you VICTOR! YOU DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANYONE BUT YOURSELF! YOU'RE SELFISH!!" I screamed as I turned around and threw his shirt at his face. I then looked to see he was now in a shirt but still in his sweats.

He then snatched his of his face revealing a pissed of monster. "Selfish? I'm selfish? Freya, if I was selfish, I would of let you died when you ran into those guys by the school. They almost killed you but I saved your ass and you call me selfish," he scoffed.

I grabbed my bag and nodded my head, "Yup. You're a selfish, narcissistic, egotistic asshole," I hissed before opening the door and walking out. I looked around and limped down the hall which led to a bunch of stairs. I made my way down and I could hear a door slamming upstairs followed by a bunch of footsteps coming down the stairs.

"You're honestly being over dramatic and an absolute bitch right now," he hissed behind me.

My hands bottled up into fist by my side. "If anyone's a bitch here, it's you. Someone needs to put your dumb-ass on a leash," I mumbled as I walked towards the nearest door. Opening the door, I saw it let to outside. Walking outside, I saw a car was in the driveway.

I looked around to see I had no idea where we were. "Get in the fucking car," Victor barked as he walked past me.

"You even bark too," I mumbled.

I watched as he stopped in his steps but didn't turn around. "You're honestly tempting me right now," I warned before he walked to the driver's side and got in.

"You're honestly tempting me right now," I mocked.

I limped over to the car and threw my bag in before getting in. He sped out the driveway and down the street. I pulled my phone out of my bag and pulled up Ethan's contact and started to text.

Me: Are you still in school?

A few seconds past by and he replied.

Ethan: Yes, I'm in the lunchroom

Me: I'll be there in a few. Once I get there, we'll head home

Ethan: Thank God. I don't want to be here but it was the only distraction. Are you okay?

Me: Yea, well talk later

Ethan: Alright, love you

Me: Love you too

A phone started to ring but then stopped followed by an angry 'what' from Victor.

"No, I'm dropping her in school....I don't give a fuck, she can take care of herself. I tried to be nice..." he spoke into the phone.

I let out a scoff, "As if," I mumbled.

"Shut the fuck up," he groaned in annoyance at me.

"No, you shut the fuck up," I challenged causing him to roll his eyes

Victor's hand grip the steering wheel to the point his knuckles were now turning white. "You're so fucking annoying," he hissed.

My mouth dropped in shock, "I'm annoying? You're the one dragging me places with you and not to mention, constantly have to see dead people. Honestly, it's ridiculous. I bet you 2 million dollars I've seen more dead people this week I've been with you than a mortician!" I shrieked in disbelief.

"Are you honestly going to complain about this?"

I stared at him debating if I should punch him or not but that wouldn't be such a wise choice since he was driving. "Wow, there is no words to describe you right now," I growled.

A smirk rose to his face, "Awe, thanks. Your peachy yourself," he smart commented.

"Fuck off," I glared at him.

"I now see why you have no friends. You probably scare them off with your personality or maybe its your looks," he chuckled.

I stayed quiet. He was now pissing me off more than ever. He just wants a reaction which sadly, I was giving to him this whole time.

"Awe, I'm getting the silent treatment. Shall we go over the reasons as to why your name is Freak in this town?" he ask in a rhetorical question.

I looked out the window to see a familiar view. We were almost to the school.

"Well, your name starts with an 'F' which is perfect for starters. You look like on and you just give a weird vibe. It's actually quite funny how that restaurant even hired you. You probably had to do some favors to get that job huh," he laughed as he was now parking in the parking lot. I looked around to see a bunch of people were roaming around and hanging out by their car eating lunch.

I grabbed my bag and rolled my eyes, "If your referring to me sucking dick for a job, you've got the wrong person. On the other hand, you probably suck dick for a living. It explains why you own that mansion and sports car. Your voice is also really deep so it's either puberty or you get deep throat a lot," I replied with a smirk before quickly getting out the car.

"You fucking bitch!" he shouted as he got out the car causing people to now look our direction. "You're the one probably sucking but I don't think anyone would go by that face. You probably brake mirrors when you stare to hard."

"Ha! Brake mirror. So funny and for your information dumb-ass, you went by this face and even kissed it," I hissed.

I watch as he placed a fake shock look on his face. "You're right! Now I have to get tested," he replied.

My eyebrows furrowed together. With all my strength and power, I punch the window causing the glass to shatter and the car alarm to go off.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me. You're paying for that," he growled, clearly angry.

I turned on my heels and started to march through the pain in my foot towards the school.

"No I'm not. Go suck some more dick to fix it yourself!" I shouted over my shoulder.