Aside from the fact that I probably shouldn't be starting a new story right now, this story contains, and revolves around, more adult material than anything else I post here. Please, please, be advised by the M rating, I'm really not screwing around with it.

I wasn't expecting it when it happened. I knew he was probably going to push a little too far, but what happened was unthinkable, even for his standards.

How could I be such an idiot? How could I be stupid enough not to see this coming before it happened? All the damn signs were there, but I missed them. He was drunk off his ass, barely making any form of sense (not that he usually made sense anyway), and kept getting closer and closer.

I guess you're asking what I'm going on about, and for that it might be best to start at the beginning. I'll never forget it as much as I want to, but it's hard for anyone else to remember without being told the full story.

Danny had been beaten as close to a pulp as a half-ghost can get. Even after having his powers for two years and having more than enough strength behind him to do some damage, Danny still refuses to fight back, asking if using his powers to get back at a stupid bully was really any better than the bully himself. I had to commend him that, I would have grown sick of Dash's shit within months of knowing I could fight back and win, but Danny never did. He never fought for himself anyway.

Danny wasn't healing as fast as he should have been, and it was worrying me. Yes, it would keep Dash's slow mind from picking up on Danny's inhuman healing rate, but it also meant Danny was way too tired to be doing anything, much less hunting ghosts and trying to heal the damage Dash had just done to his already scarred body. I bent down to examine the bloody wounds on Danny's body, taking note of the various bruises that were becoming more and more apparent. Damn it, he wasn't healing anywhere near fast enough to keep this hidden from his parents.

I didn't notice Dash hadn't left us until he spoke. "I can't believe you actually care about that wimp."

I promptly stood back up and turned to face the jack ass, fuming. "And I can't believe you have so little confidence in yourself that you still have to beat Danny up after all these years! Why the hell can't you just leave him alone?"

"Well, it does get the attention of an illusive Goth." Oh...oh god no. Dash looked me up and down as I stood there, something akin to lust and hunger in his eyes.

"What the hell would you want with me?"

He snorted. "You're scary as fuck, Manson, but no straight guy can deny that you've grown quite a bit over the years." I wanted to sock him. I knew my body had changed for the better over the course of the past two years. The ghost hunting had toned my muscles, tightening my ass and legs, while my chest had seemed to grow. My mother had taken me out shopping a month ago in search of things "more suited to my womanly body." At least she caved enough for me to win, stating that for every black item that went in the shopping bag, something colorful had to go in as well. Only half my wardrobe actually gets worn now. I'd caught most of the male population of the school staring from time to time now that mother had forced me into tighter fitting clothes, something I thought had been impossible up until mother managed it. Even Danny and Tucker had been caught staring from time to time.

"I'll tell you what, Manson. One date. Go on one date with me, and I'll stop picking on your little boyfriend." Dash was out of his fucking mind and sanity.

"What do you get out of this?" He had to be getting something for it to be worth him leaving Danny alone.

"Every girl at this school has their eyes on some A-Lister. Then, there's you. Now, it's become a contest to see who can get your attention first. I only keep my A-List King crown by winning. You go on one date with me, I keep my crown, you get me off your boyfriend's back." Going out with Dash? Ew. But, it might be worth it to get him off Danny's back. My hybrid of a best friend had done enough for me, I could do this for him, right? It would be worth it.

At least that's what I thought.

I sighed, seriously wondering if I was the one who'd lost her mind. "You show up at seven, you pay for what ever the hell you have in mind, and we never speak of this again. Got it?"

"Yeah, but I doubt we'll never be speaking of this again."

"Fuck off, bastard." Dash laughed, then walked off just as Danny was finally starting to get up and on his feet.

"Do I need to go kick his ass for you?" I looked Danny up and down. He did realize he was still sporting the bruises from just a few minutes ago, right?

"Danny, you're in no condition to fight anything. Even the Box Ghost could get an edge on you right now. It's nothing you need to worry about, I'll take care of it."

"You sure?" I nodded. "Okay, but don't be afraid to call me if you need me." Danny looked uneasy, as if he had a bad feeling about this. I did too, but I was assuming it was purely because I now had to spend an evening with Dash Baxter, resident idiot captain of the football team. I was wrong. I was oh so wrong.

Dash appeared at my house at seven on the dot. At least he was punctual even if this was going to be the date from hell. I hated the fact that I hadn't been able to keep the secret of my family's fortune past the middle of sophomore year when my mother took a freaking limo just to come get me from school when her side of the family came to visit. After that, it wasn't long before I had the whole damn A-List trying to get me to join them. That's really part of the reason the A-List guys considered me so illusive: I flat out ignored or rejected every popularity offer they tried to hand me.

I ran to the door before my mother could reach it when I heard the bell ring; I did not want her getting any ideas. This thing with Dash was a business transaction more than even the most unpleasant of dates.

He grabbed my arm and practically dragged me out the door when I answered it. If I had been paying more attention at the time, I would have noticed the scent of alcohol on his breath as he lead me out to his limo out front. Leave it to the A-List King to go all out over a business transaction of a date.

There was a wide assortment of alcoholic drinks spread out in the King's limo. God, this idiot couldn't even stay sober through this. He had to go and get himself drunk before he even got to me.

He downed a beer, then I noticed his eyes tracing my form in a less than friendly way, lust forming as his gaze lingered first on my chest, then my toned thighs. I should have seen that as the first sign as to what was going to happen. I should've seen it coming, I should've been paying more attention.

Dash's hand rested on my thigh for only a moment before I swatted it off, telling him to back the hell off. He only kept his hand off me for a few minutes before it was back on me again. He was already well past drunk, and now I could really start to see the lust in his eyes becoming scarily prominent. Still, I didn't see what was going to happen.

The car stopped outside a club, but Dash didn't lead me inside. This was the second clue of the night that finally hit me that this was not going to go as planned. He grabbed my wrist in a vice-like grip and led me around back. I started to panic, my mind finally starting to see where this was going. I never thought even Dash would stoop low enough, but I knew now he could and would.

I tried to wrestle myself free, but even after spending the past two years ghost fighting, I still couldn't get out of the grip of this drunk jock. He was just too damn strong for me.

He pinned me against the wall of the alley, one hand planted over my mouth as I tried to call out for help. He moved in on me, his free hand roughly grabbing at my breast. God no, please stop! I whimpered when his knee forced my legs apart. This was really happening. Dash, King of the A-List was about to force himself on me. I went mute, stunned with the realization. This was all he needed to tear my shirt from my form.

When he'd taken my shirt, my voice came back and I screamed, but his rough, harsh lips were suddenly on mine, muffling the noise. I continued to squirm, anything to get away from this bastard. Of all the things I thought might happen tonight, I never would have expected this from even this low-life. I felt his lips moving against my unresponsive ones, my eyes widening in horror as his hand pushed my bra out off his way. I kept trying to push him off but he wouldn't budge and his started to roughly grab at my breast once more. Dash's hands on my body were forceful and almost painful, nothing like the loving caresses that were supposed to come along with the loss of my virginity.

I had long since realized I couldn't get out of this on my own, but I didn't stop struggling and trying to call out.

My mind went blank and I all out freaked when Dash started to work my skirt and underwear off me. "Stop! Please!" My words didn't phase him, he just slammed a hand back over my mouth, moving his body to where I could feel his hard...thing.

I kicked and screamed as he pinned my arms above my head with one hand and undid his jeans with the other. I stared at the sky as his jeans and boxers fell to his knees. Why? Why was he doing this to me? I didn't want this!

Screams left my mouth as I felt him enter me. Tears rolled down my face, my voice starting to go horse as Dash tore my body up with his own. It hurt like hell and sobs wracked my body as I squirmed beneath him and fought to get his filthy hands off me. My eyes had closed long ago; I didn't want to see his face. I didn't want to see the terrifying joy he was getting out of this.

He thrust in hard, harder than before, causing me to rip my eyes open and scream in pain without any thought of my own, but I opened my eyes to the most beautiful ghost fight I'd ever seen in the sky.

"DANNY!" I screamed his name as loud as I could up at the ghost boy I knew was firing off those brilliant green shots in the sky. The lights suddenly stopped, then there was a black streak rocketing through the air towards me, and I had never been more thankful in my life.

Danny knocked Dash off me, and I fell to the ground, wet tears streaming down my face. There was a flash of light, and when I found the strength to look around me, Danny Fenton was beating the shit out of Dash.

I don't know how long Danny stood there, beating Dash, but I knew I didn't give a damn when Dash fell to the ground unconscious. Danny ran over to me, trying his best to avert his eyes, and I pulled him down and clung onto him for dear life. I didn't care that I was exposed in front of Danny, all I knew was that my Danny was here, and Danny meant I was safe. I curled up into a little ball while Danny just held me close, telling me I was safe, telling me that no one could hurt me now.

God only knows how long we sat there, clinging to each other, but eventually my tears dried up though I was by no means any better. Danny duplicated and a clone brought my clothes to me and I pulled them on, knowing they were better than running around naked.

I didn't go home that night, Danny just flew me through his window and I curled up next to him in his bed. I asked him about the ghost he'd been fighting, and he told me the ghost could go fuck itself for all he cared; I was more important than anything else at the moment. I smiled despite myself before he got up and threw some of his own clothes at me. I took them, glad to have something other than the rags Dash had ripped from my body when he...when he...raped me.

I was raped my junior year by Dash Baxter, and I haven't seen him since, probably thanks to the one purely good thing my mother has ever done for me. That was the first time Danny truly saved me, when I was first broken. I was far from fixed, but just curling up next to Danny so soon after the incident was the first step in the healing process. The first step in fixing me.

... O_O

Jon! Where the hell did this come from?

Jon: From the most twisted parts of your mind...

You're real helpful there, Jon.

Jon: You didn't create me to be helpful to you.

*glares at him*

Anyway, I don't have an update schedule for this twisted thing yet, so updates will be irregular, especially considering I really shouldn't be trying to start a new story when I just had to reduce the rest of my stories down to one update a week... (I will be getting those out sometime tomorrow or Tuesday, for anyone wondering.)

Comments and feedback are as welcome as always! :D

Invisible One