A/N: I know last chapter I said I'd update quicker, but things got reaaaal crazy at home. So, here's the chapter I promise back then. It's short, yeah. But, enjoy.

Maureen took the long way home and of course, it started raining. She thought of it as a plus. She didn't have to hide her tears from the people who were walking along side of her, down the bike path. To Maureen, this whole thing was her fault. Every horrible thing that she thought of that this whole relationship has brought, went right back to her. She felt responsible and for the first time in her life, she was actually sorry. Sorry was not a word that came out of Maureen's mouth; either because she was too embarrassed to tell someone she was wrong, or because she was right.

And that's when Maureen found herself in front of her house, seeing the mustang that Chris owned. She felt her stomach tighten up and her fists clench. She heard Roger's words in her mind, to the point where she could actually hear it and she'd have to turn around to make sure Roger wasn't around. She headed towards the door and walked inside.

Her dad was actually home for once, sitting on the couch watching the baseball game, with a beer in hand. "Aw, Maureen, you're all wet. Get off the damn rug!" he screamed at her.

Maureen looked up at him, shaking her head. "Sorry…" she mumbled before walking over to the dining room then down the hallway. She walked into her bedroom, seeing Chris going through her jewelry boxes and her diary wide open on the bed. She looked down, seeing the date, feeling her heart stop. "You know… a girl's diary is private," she whispered.

"When that girl is my girlfriend, it's not," Chris explained, slowly walking up to the bed, picking up the diary. "Dear Diary, I'm not sure if I really love Chris. I mean, I know love is about making sacrifices and going through things you don't want to, but I'm giving up my best friend, Roger, and my body isn't in the best shape. Maybe there's something better out there that I'm not seeing. I hope. I don't like what I'm going through. But, I'm dealing. He is a good kisser…" He stopped reading, looking up at Maureen. "Well, you're not the first girl to say that about me. But, what the FUCK do you mean 'maybe there's something better out there that I'm not seeing'? You want to get rid of me? Honey, I'm the best fucking thing you'll ever get. Better than that… Davis asshole."

Maureen felt her eyes fill with tears. "Don't talk about him like that, Chris," she whispered, seeing him coming closer to her. "I mean, you don't know him. He's my best friend."

Chris scoffed. "I'm the only person you need. You don't need Roger, you don't need anyone else. You have me. How many times am I going to have to fucking say that to you? Are you fucking retarded? Do you need me to say it slower?" He made it to Maureen, taking her upper arm and squeezing it. "Say it."

"Say what?" Maureen winced, feeling Chris squeeze it even harder.

"That I'm the only person you need."

Maureen felt one tear fall from her eyes and slowly down her cheek. "You're the only person I need," she whispered.

Chris sneered, taking his hand and back handing her, really hard too. "Like you mean it, please?"

Maureen cringed, her cheek starting to feel like it was on fire. Fuck, Roger was right. I hate when he's right. I really do. "Chris, you're the only person I'll ever need," Maureen said quietly, seeing him smile in delight. "And I mean it," she added, sarcastically, feeling the grip on her arm getting tighter. She could hear Roger in the back of her mind, 'Maureen, c'mon. You deserve better than this. The Maureen I know, wouldn't let this fucking jackass do this to her. She'd kick him in the nuts and tell him to go screw his mom with a broken glass bottle. Come on, Reen. Let him know you're fed up.'

Maureen listened to the voice inside her head and pulled away, shaking her head. "Not," she finished her sentenced from before, shaking her head. "I'm not your fucking toy. I'm my own person. You don't own me. You can't control me. You have, and I'm fed up with it!" She shook her head, feeling so good right now. She's wanted to say this for quite sometime. "So, go fuck yourself and get out of my house."

Chris's brow stitched together, laughing a little. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I'm done being your toy. I'm done with… You." She smiled sweetly, but that was quickly turned when Chris slapped her again. It was so powerful that she fell to the floor. She looked up at him, seeing him fume with anger.

"Say it again, bitch! Say you're not my toy! See what happens." Chris laughed, shaking his head. "I thought you were smarter than that," he told her before kicking her in the side. He bent down, kissing her cheek. "Remember, tomorrow you're meeting my parents. Dress nicely, hide the bruises and practice the whole Chris is Amazing speech I wrote for you," he told her, kissing her again. "Bye baby," he said, kicking her once again, and then just leaving her there.

Maureen stayed there, on the floor, feeling her side throb with pain. She began rocking back and forth, humming some Beatles song to keep her calm. She tried even out her breaths, but it wasn't working. "Why does Roger always have to be right?" she whispered, placing both hands down on the floor, pushing her self up to her knees. She took in a deep breath, seeing a little bit of blood on the floor. "Eh, it could've been worse," she whispered and slowly stood up, feeling her body tense up with the pain. "Fuck meeee," she groaned and walked slowly, but surely, out of her room and out of her house.

Maureen needed to get to Rogers. She needed to say she was sorry. She needed Roger to tell her that everything was going to be okay. But most of all, she needed Roger's help to get back at Chris.