~ Well I haven't updated this story in a while.

Conor: This is the angst part of the story she was talking about, she doesn't like Thanksgiving much, may be why she is writing so much angst.

I don't like turkey, or stuffing or anything else we eat on Thanksgiving, and I don't even get to go to my Oma's house this year ;-; (I'm German get over it lol ::has never once called her Oma 'Grandma':: )

Conor: but we hope our American friends and readers have a great Thanksgiving!

Yep! ^-^

Wesley: Oh and by the way, this is my POV ~

I hung up the phone. Darryl had called and said he wanted to talk things over with me, he said he was coming over.

I sat down on my bed and realized I was shaking. The thought of seeing him again sent shivers up my spine. I didn't want to hear from him ever again... and yet... I couldn't stand up for myself either.

I laid back, hugging the stuffed horse my mom had gotten me for my 5th birthday. Of course a year later she abandoned me at my aunt and uncle's house. My father had left when I was born. I guess no one really wants me. Not that I blame them, all I am is a worthless pain in the ass. My Aunt Sharon, Josh's mom, was like a mother to me, and Uncle Ron was like a father to me. They even had custody of me.

And then...

They died leaving me and Josh here alone. Well almost alone, our butler Mr. Kiligan is technically my guardian now, and believe you me I do mind him, but I like to keep things to myself. Josh is old enough to be his own guardian. I'm only 16.

I jolted upright when I heard a knock on the door to my room, my stuffed horse was thrown to the side. I looked at the clock, 12:03, Mr. Kiligan is sleeping by now...

"C-Come in..." my voice faltered.

Darryl opened the door, I could see him, his dark blond hair and stern, cruel grayish green eyes. He came in, then he quietly closed it behind him. He made his way over to me and sat down on the bed next to me.

"W-What did you want to talk about Darryl?"

"Shut up. You're a fool if you think you are going to break up with me, I do hope you know that." His voice was sharp and his tone could slice a diamond in half.

I was trembling, and tears formed in my eyes. Darryl looked at me with a broad smirk plastered on his face. I winced at this, this look of his. He placed his hand on my cheek and licked my tears away.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to fight him, but he had me paralyzed with fear and he knew that well.

He pushed me back roughly and ripped off my shirt, his hand pinned my arms over my head. I cried and desperately tried to scream but my voice had abandoned me for a better dummy.

He tugged harshly at my jeans and pulled them off me along with my boxers. I tried to struggle away underneath him. That only caused him to smack me harshly across the cheek.

"YOU are MINE Wesley. You are only what I say you can be. How dare you, you little bitch. HOW DARE YOU!" he whispered harshly into my ear.

He took off his clothes and then turned me over straddling me. My tears soaked the pillow, I felt like I was suffocating, and I did scream as he thrust into my opening without preparation, with out care or concern for me.

He grabbed a bunch of my black hair and pulled my head back.

"Scream again and I'll kill you. You damn whiny little bitch." He spat at me and relinquished his hold on my hair allowing my head to fall back into the pillow.

In out, in out, in... out. I sobbed and whined into my pillow. It hurt so badly, the searing pain was more than I could bare.

I cried out when he climaxed inside me. He pulled out and then threw me against the wall. My head hit hard against the wall and I whimpered softly.

He kicked me in the side after getting dressed. He pulled me up by my hair and kissed me deeply and roughly. He reached down and stroked my shaft. I felt myself wince at his touch.

He dropped me and I fell back to the floor.

He knelt down beside me and whispered into my ear, "I'll see you later my beautiful Wesley. Thanks for the delicious meal."

I cried harder once he was gone, I reached for the blanket that was half on the floor and covered myself with it as if it would shield me from any further harm. I rest my head against the wall and lay huddled in the corner. Tears streaked down my face. I just... blacked out.

~ like I said there is an angst side to this story, and it mostly involves Wesley. Please review, if you do I promise I won't let Darryl get away with it! And David... DON'T KILL ME! _ anyway please do review ~