"Why do I have to stay away from him though?" I asked.

"I don't want my son getting involved with a fucked up family like this one," Fitz said back to me.

"We're the fucked up family?" My mom chimed in. Fitz looked over at her.

"Just leave my son alone," He said, still glaring at my mom.

Then I saw the lights. There was red and blue flashing all through the house and I heard Fitz yelling... and then everything went black.

I woke up in a hospital bed. I tried to sit up but there was a sharp pain on the lower right side of my stomach. I lifted up the covers and there was a huge gauze wrapped around where the pain hurt most. I tried to take it off. "Hey, you're up. Oh, sweetie, don't touch that," I heard my mom say to me. She was laying in the bed next to me.

"Mom, what happened to us?" I asked.

"Renee saw everything and she told me what happened. I can't remember anything either," She said. "When the cops showed up, Fitz was mad and he took out a knife. He stabbed me and you in the stomach. Renee was hiding. He didn't see her."

I clutched on my stomach. The pain killed. "How long have I been sleeping?" I asked.

"It only happened a couple of hours ago. You passed out," My mom said. She was reading a magazine as if nothing had happened. My dad came into the room in tears.

"My girl," He whispered, walking up to my mom and kissing her on the forehead. "How are you feeling?"

I tuned out my parents and stared down at my stomach. It was bruised and torn. I felt tears in my eyes and felt the sting once again. My arms had bruises up and down them and I could feel a couple bruises on my face. "Hey, Skye," I heard Renee's voice say to me. "I shouldn't have called the cops. You and mom wouldn't be here. This is all my fault," She said.

"Dude, no it isn't," I said.

"There's someone I think you need to talk to," She said and stepped out. Cory walked in with a fake smile plastered on his face. I couldn't even think of calling him Fitz right now.

"Cory, leave. Right now," I said.

"No, Skye. We need to talk," He said, sitting on my bed at my feet.

"About how your dad almost killed me? That's all that needs to be said," I said. My dad pushed my mom out of our room in a wheelchair. She must have been better than me because I could barely sit up.

"Skye, it wasn't my fault," He said.

"Why did you tell him?" I demanded.

"I didn't. He saw us kiss and he asked who you were and I used your last name. Big deal. I didn't think he would pull a stunt like this," Cory put his head in his hands. "This is so stupid!"

"Like it or not, this is the way it is going to be. I can't talk to you or else he will do worse. You have to leave or I will be dead. Do you understand, Cory?" I said.

He shook his head. "I hate my dad. He ruins everything that I have. He's in jail, Skye. He can't hurt you anymore."

"Where are you going to live?" I asked him, concerned.

"The streets. I had to when I was like five, so it isn't anything that I can't do," He said.

My heart broke for him. Aw. "Stay with me," I suggested.

"You bipolar little girl," He said, hugging me gently. I tried to hug him back, but another jolt of pain shot through me and I shouted. "Do you need anything?" He asked, with a worried look on his face.

"I have everything I need. A boyfriend with a psycho dad, stomach stitches, and a stabbed mother. My life rocks," I said, kissing Cory's hand, the only thing I could reach with my bad stomach.

"I'm nothing like my dad, Skye. I swear. I could never hurt you," He said.

"We've only known each other for two days, Cory," I thought outloud.

"Why should we waste time just being friends?" He asked. "We obviously both like each other so why wait?"

"To get to know each other," I said.

"Okay then. What's your middle name?" He asked me, smiling. I shook my head and smiled back.

"It's something you don't need to know. It's embarrassing," I said and he laughed.

"My middle name is Mark," He said. "You know, after my dad." He paused. "What's yours?"

I groaned. "Ugh fine. My full name is Skylar Rose Goldsworthy," I said to him.

"Rose? That's cute," Cory said, smiling at my bright red face.

"Okay... Last girlfriend?" I said.

"Meaghan Donahue. She had long blond hair and bright blue eyes. We went out for four months... Then she dumped me. It was a couple months ago. I'm over it now," Cory said. "What about you?"

"Thomas Mulligan. He had pretty blue eyes and shoulder length brown hair. We went out for a year and he dumped me. He was pissed because I used to get piss drunk at parties and completely ignore him. I was so different back then..." I said, cutting off.

"How?" Cory asked, breaking into my thoughts.

"It's one of the reasons we moved here. I used to go to a bunch of parties and get drunk and pass out. My parents knew that Chelsey was a bad influence so they took me here... Well not here in the hospital." He laughed and grabbed my hand.

"I'm glad you came here... I mean to Degrassi," He said, smiling at me. "Why did you do stuff like that?"

My face turned blank and I stared at the ground. "My parents used to fight a lot when I was a kid. I did everything I could to get their attention. I always wanted them to just stop yelling to realize I had a real problem. At first I did it to rebel. Then after awhile, I couldn't stop. I had to get drunk or else I would go crazy. It took me a long time to stop and when I did, I just went psycho. When I finally got better, my parents wanted me as far away from Chelsey as possible. I was stupid. I finally had my life back together..."

"Wow," was all Cory managed to say.

"I'm glad you're here, Cory," I said.

"Hey, why haven't you been calling me Fitz?" He asked.

"A guy named Fitz tried to kill me earlier today. I'm not using that same name for my boyfriend," I said. He smiled at me. "What?" I asked.

"I like the sound of boyfriend," He said, leaning over to kiss me.

"Really guys?" I heard Renee's voice.

"Yes," Cory said, ignoring her and kissing me more.