William crushed his lips to mine and I struggled. Oh, how I struggled, I thrashed, I cried. Did it make a difference? No, it never did. And it never will. He tore my shirt my and threw it away, he looked me up and down, with a predatory glint in his devil- like eyes.

"No…no, please! Stop!" I cried, pleading him. He laughed, darkly. And then he reached into his shirt and pulled out a silver dagger. It gleamed in his hands. Looking deadly. I crawled away from him, my breathing turning into gasps.

"Please!"

"Shut the fuck up already!" He snarled and then he walked towards me, dagger still in hand. I pressed up against the wall. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me up by it. I cried out in pain. Why wasn't anyone coming? Couldn't they hear my cries?

William threw me on the bed, like some ragged doll and then towered over me. I looked at him through blurry eyes.

"No, Stop. Please" I whispered. He groaned and then he pinned my wrists, forcefully, above my head and pressed my legs down with his on. I twisted and turned. He glowered at me and then raised a hand and slapped me across my face. My head snapped to the side and I whimpered in pain. He tightened his hold on my legs and wrists then slowly, carefully brought the dagger up between our faces and he stared at it, in an admiring way. He had this maniacal look in his eyes that made me gulp, scared to the core.

"You know, this very blade is coated in acid, love?" He breathed, his British accent making him sound like a psychopath. His eyes glazed over. I felt panic bubble in me and I began thrashing that instant, with every ounce of strength in me. He growled and then glared at me one more time before bringing the blade down and-

And he sliced open my stomach. I screamed. I screamed in such pain. Intensifying agony. Oh, God it hurt! It hurt so much. It was like I was repeatedly being stabbed with a burning hot iron, inside and out.

I was still twitching and screaming in pain, when William crashed his lips to mine.

"Now, that we're done with that. Lets get back to where we left off from, shall we?" He murmured against my trembling lips. I gasped in response and squeezed my eyes shut.

Hoping that this nightmare would end soon.

But it never did.

I woke up and fell off the couch. I pressed a hand against my mouth and quickly got up. I ran to the bathroom and emptied all of the contents that had been residing in my stomach. I pulled away from the toilet and wiped my mouth on the sleeve of my shirt. I slumped down against the wall behind me and I clutched my head. I had expected myself to start crying, to cry a lot. But no, I felt anger. Such anger, it was impossible to describe it.

I was still staring into particularly nothing when I heard my phone ring in the living room. I growled in anger and hastily got up. I walked into the living room and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey!"

"Chace? " I asked, surprised.

"Yup, the one and only. Anyways, I was thinking you want to go to the club tonight?" He asked and I heard someone talking to him in the background.

"Of course, she's going to come, Henry. Hello? Sofia?" He asked. I felt my anger notch up a few levels.

"Chace, I told you! I'm not going to the club this weekend." I snapped, harshly. I heard him tsk at me.

"Oh, come on. You're always holed up in your house. I'm sending Henry over to pick you up in 10 minutes. Be ready." He hung up the phone before I could give him a piece of my mind.

I hurled the phone in a random direction and let out a string of colorful swear words.

The nerve of him! He was ordering me around and sending a freakin' twisted pervert over to my house to pick me up! Just wait till that freak of freaks comes. I thought, cracking my knuckles. As if on cue the door bell rang. My eyes narrowed and I stormed over to the door. I yanked it open and found Henry The Chicken, standing there with a stupid grin on his face.

"Ready to go, Sofia?" He asked, slyly with a wink that looked more like his eyes twitching, I glared at him and he fidgeted, uncomfortably.

"I suggest you get out, now." I said, in a flat voice. He snickered and took a small step towards me.

"I don't think so. By the way why are you going out with Chace? I mean, you could do so much better, I know that you would just be fantastic in bed. Just by one look I could picture you under me screaming my name while I fu-" His little announcement was cut short ad my fist collided with his face. I had expected him to shut his filthy mouth

What I didn't expect was him to start howling in pain. I rolled my eyes, and planted a smug smirk on my lips.

"Fuck!" He screamed. My eyes widened and I took a step back. He moved his hand a bit, that was covering his cheek and what I saw made me gasp in shock.

On his cheek, the skin there was burning. His skin was peeling off and smoke was hovering over it.

His body was bent over in pain and his face was scrunched up. I slowly moved my shocked gaze from his face to my clenched, warm fist. And, if it was possible, my eyes widened even more than they already were.

My hand was on fire. It was literally on fire!

I yelped in surprise. To my great confusion, I didn't even feel any pain, just strange, tingling warmth. It was odd but comforting at the same time.

"You stupid little bitch!" Henry snarled. But instead of anger fear was evident on his face. I thought he would try to attack me but instead he turned around, hopped into his car and drove off at a really high speed.

I sincerely hoped that the police would pull him over him.

I stood there for awhile in shock, trying to process what had just happened. And then I slowly walked back into my house and shut the door behind me.

My mind was in shock. I shook my head and my eyes started to sting.

What's wrong with me? I thought, confused and scared to the core.

Kind of short, but school just started and it's been hectic! And I also have to deal with my new found Love *daydreamiiing*

Anyways I got some lovely reviews so THANK YOU!

And Dear Whatever,

Iloveyou. End of story.

Zayn Malik anyone? **