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I fall to the floor on my wrist and cry in pain as it shoots up my arm.

"Hello sis, I think you haven't gotten a real good beating in a while," He stands over me and laughs evilly.

"P-Please...no..." I start shaking under his intense gaze. He ignores my plea.

"I also brought some very good friends of mine," He says looking at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I hear footsteps and look up and see the unknown guy and...Xander appear.

"Xander?" I say my voice quivering as tears stream down my face. Is he friends with my brother?

"Aww, little sis, you look a little pale," Anthony laughs and looks at Xander.

"Did you actually think I was your friend or even cared about you? It was all a facade." He says and they all start laughing at me.

"B-But, I-I..."

"B-But," He taunts. More tears fall down my face. Xander then slaps me.

"Shut up, you stuttering bitch!" He yells in my face.

'Don't trust anyone' I repeat in my head.

"I was hoping to have been the one to fuck you because your such an attention seeking whore but your brother thought of other plans for me," Xander says to me. I can't believe this. They look at each other then back at me. I feel someone grab my hands and pull them above my head. It's the no-name guy. I start the squirm.

"But that doesn't matter now," Xander says a smirk playing on his lips as he starts taking slow steps towards me. I cower in fear.

"No, No, NO! Please stop, Please stop!"

I shoot up and look at up feeling frantic. Sweat covers my body. It was just a dream.

I sigh and look at my clock. 11:26 am. I slept in later than usual.

I get up and head to the bathroom. I strip off my sticky clothes and turn the water on. Once it's at the right temperature I hop in.

Xander would never do that, right? But can I really trust him?

'What has he done for you not to trust him?' I say to myself.

After I finished I head to my room. I put on some baggy pants and a tank-top. I brush my hair and just put it in a messy ponytail. I flop back on my bed and grab a book Carol gave to me or should I say, my grandmother.

Would she even want me to call her grandmother?

I'm definitely not gonna tell my father or brother about me meeting her. They would definitely get mad at me for leaving the house. I tense at the thought. The unknown guy surely told Anthony about it or is going to.

I shiver at the thought. I wonder what they are gonna do this time that they haven't done already.

I put the thought in the back of my mind and I start reading my book.

I get lost in the story until I hear a knock at the door. I tense. Who could it be? It can't be my father and Anthony, they have the key to the house or it could be that guy...or it could be Xander or just some random person. I can't be too sure though.

I try to calm my racing heart then hear a knock again.

I get to the door and hesitate for a moment causing them to knock again startling me.

I open it slightly and look out to see Xander. I sigh in relief. Then open it all the way.

"Sorry, Emilia I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to-" He stopped talking and looked at me with sad and slightly angry eyes. My thoughts instantly go to my dream.

'Did you actually think I was your friend or even cared about you? It was all a facade.'

I start to back away. No, this can't be.

"Emilia?" He steps towards me and I stay still. I don't know what he's gonna do or whats running through his head. I'm like a deer caught in headlights.

"Please. Don't. Hurt. Me." I say slowly whimpering.

"Emilia, I'm not gonna hurt you," He steps towards me and grabs my wrist. I put my other hand up, expecting him to do something, to defend myself.

After a moment he doesn't do anything, so I look back at him and see his eyes. They hold sadness. I glance to were he is looking at and notice what he saw.

Oh no, I completely forgot, I'm wearing a tank-top. Stupid!... I look up at his eyes and see his eyes filled with so much hurt, it makes me feel upset.

"W-Why?" Is all he asks me. I can't tell him. I pull my arm and hug myself to hide my arms.

"I-Is there something you need?" I ask trying to avoid the subject about me.

"Don't change the subject, Emilia. Please tell me?" He pleads with me, taking a step towards me and I take one back.

"N-No," I say. He looks upset.

"How about this okay? I will tell you about me and you tell me about you?" He asks me with hopeful eyes.

What if my brother planned this whole weekend as a test? What if he hurts me too? I don't think I could handle any more lies. He hasn't done anything besides be kind and caring towards me. But it could be fake. I just can't.

"I-I'm sorry Xander, I-I can't," I say in a defeated tone. I just can't trust him completely yet.

His face goes blank. No emotion and it scares me. He might burst from anger.

"Fine," is all he says angrily. He goes back to his car but looks back at me. He looks back down and just leaves.

Why didn't I give him a chance? I sigh and head back inside and go back to my room. I sit on my bed and try to read but its impossible to concentrate. My father and brother are coming home today and I don't know what they are gonna do. I'm getting antsy with all the scenarios running through my head.

I suddenly hear a door slam downstairs and I freeze.

"EMILIA STONE GET DOWN HERE NOW!" I hear my father yell and quickly leave my room. I run down the stairs and see my father and brother with furious looks on there faces.

"Well, Well, Well, I heard you had a pretty eventful weekend," My father tuts.

"I heard you met my new friend too. You know, the guy you hit in the head with a bottle? Then ran off with your 'boyfriend'and didn't come back?" Anthony laughs with an evil glint in his eyes. He takes slow, agonizing steps towards me while I take steps back.

"Did you sleep with him you little slut?" My dad spits at me.

"N-No, I-I s-swear," I say cowering in fear.

"You fucking liar! You're a whore just like your mother! You deserve all the pain!" My father yells. I give him a confused but scared look.

"Wha-"

"You wanna know why your mother left us? Huh?" He says, saying her name with disgust.

"She left because I found out when you were 15 that I wasn't even your father! Then she ran off with her lover leaving you with us! You're just a constant reminder of that worthless bitch and I can't stand seeing your ugly fucking face!"

My back hits the wall and Anthony towers over me. I feel tears form in my eyes. He isn't even my real father? How is that my fault? Anthony slaps me and I fall to the floor grabbing my cheek. I hear the click of his pocket knife and feel myself being pulled up.

"You know, I'm gonna make you beg for mercy. It gives me joy hearing your screams of pain." He's psychotic! My father holds my arms, I try to get out of his grasp but Anthony slaps me across the face. He tears my shirt down the middle and without warning, he drags the knife across my stomach harshly. I scream in agony and feel the blood trickle down my stomach.

"Ah that's what I love to hear," He says laughing at me maniacally. He drags it again making my throat hurt from screaming. He drops me to the floor. I clutching my stomach and hiss when I touch the wound. I look at my shaky hand and see it's covered in my blood, my eyes widen in horror.

"We are leaving and this mess better be fucking cleaned when we get back! We are gonna stay at the cabin longer but we had to come back so we could teach you your goddamn place in this house!" My father kicks me in the stomach before they leave out the door.

I just lay on the floor in my own blood as it trails down my sides.

My mother just left me? Who is my real father? Does she have a whole new happy life without me in it?

I feel tears stream down my face. Everyone leaves me. They say they care but they leave me! They never stay, no one cares about me!

'No one wants you!'

'Everyone leaves!'

'No one cares about you!'

'Your own mother left you!'

'Xander hates you!'

'You should just kill yourself!'

It would be better right?

No one would miss me.

I would go out on my own terms.

It will be peaceful, I'll fade away and it will be better...

I get into a sitting a position and start to get up grabbing the wall for balance and groan in pain. I whimper with each step and head for the stairs.

I go to my room and open my drawer looking for my box. I find it and grab a razor from it. I look at. This is finally it. I go to the bathroom and slump on the floor as tears roll down my face. I take off the remains of my top and look at my arms.

I hold the razor in my right hand and bring it to my wrist. I let out a shaky breath and drag it down my wrist and hiss. I see blood start to flow out. I cry, This is what it has come to, this is how it ends. I switch hands and drag it across my other arm and see it flow out and blood pulse out. I sigh in relief knowing my pain and suffering will end. It's better this way for everyone. I start to feel light headed.

I suddenly hear a knock on my door. I don't care. I just sit there in my blood waiting to finally die.

"Emilia?" I hear on the other side of the door. I don' respond, I don't care anymore. I have finally given up.

The door burst open and I slowly turn my head to see Xander.

"Emilia!" I faintly hear as the darkness finally consumes me.