Don't flame Good reviews Haters. This Is Chapter one (in other words don't be a bitch It's the rocky beginning and shit) Enjoy! * * * From the time I was six to the time I was 12, I was raped and beaten repeatedly by my Step-father.

This isn't the way to start off my story, but I'm getting the facts out of the way. I told, the first time he'd...touched me, my mom had reprimanded me about lying and sent me to apologize to the bastard, who gave me a sick smile and proceeded to claim we were going out for 'ice-cream'.

He'd stopped when I turned twelve and had my first period, he kept beating me, reprimanding me a dinner time for playing soccer so rough.

Then Mother-Dearest shipped me off to boarding school after boarding school, until finally I was here; here being\a nice little back-water town with my Real Dad.

I felt the sadness envelope me again, My poor dad hadn't understood what was happening and I knew If I went to him...He was a retired marine and a detective...He would put an end to it the illegal way.

I hate being touched. Since he did that to me. I hate how I can still feel his fingers, lingering on my flesh. I can't help but shiver or cry.

This was the reason I'd been kicked out of so many schools, why I refused the invites home, my mother's hatred and disappointment.

I hated my face, my body. Girls who lusted after beauty, covered themselves in tight clothes and make-up didn't know how bad it could ruin you.

My Dad's excited voice called me from my thoughts, "It's been a long time Sailor! You've Grown So much!"

I got my looks from my dad, hair color, skin tone, and eye color.

He however had a nice personality while I tended to be sarcastic and I prone to glare, sneer, snarl, cuss, punch, and kick.

Dad went on to tell me what was going on with him (seriously he's a awesome dad) and that he was wondering if I'd like to go with him to a Barbecue tomorrow.

"Sure Dad," I said with a genuine smile, "That sounds fun."

Dad made small-talk but soon we just fell into a comfortable silence, we didn't need to make stuff up and pretend it was fine when it wasn't.

He showed me to my room (which was still in the 5 year old state of glory I'd left it in) and gave me reminiscing smile, "It's good to have you back Sailor."

"Yeah," I said honestly, "It Feels good."

He yelled good-night and I closed my door, and sunk down on the bed.

Memories hit me before I could jerk myself out of them.

Sailor sat crisscross on her bed, coloring happily. The door creaked and her step-dad, James, stepped in, he crossed the short length to her bed after closing the door and smiled making Sailor feel uneasy.

"Your such a good, beautiful little girl Sailor..."

I shot into my bathroom and doubled over, the contents of my stomach entered the clean, white, pristine toilet and in a moment I was just lying silently on the bathroom floor crying.

Angrily I wiped my tears and crawled into bed, everything I'd read had said to put the rape behind me...but everywhere I turned a mermory appeared.

How could I move on from something that had ruined my childhood, that had ripped it from me and filled me darkness and tears.

I gingerly climbed into my four-poster bed, the cool sheets relaxing me before I was asleep and in the world of night-mares.

I smiled, and shook peoples hands, introduced myself and was the happy little girl my dad believed I was.

Finally they started making food when the sun-set, it made the lake behind Jack's (my dad's best friend) house orange at the top.

"Will you go get some ice, Angel?" Jack's wife asked, her happy southern drawl making em say yes instantly.

The ice was located in the shed behind his house and I felt at ease going back there...I was wrong. Terribly, Terribly wrong.

I'd been dragging the ice bag up when the shed door had closed and I heard the panting slowly I turned, fear burned a acidic taste in mouth as I stared at the drunken boy.

"Don't fight," He hissed menacingly.

He was huge, like tanning chatum huge and I felt tears pour from my eyes worse then the first time I'd been in this position.

"Not Again," I sobbed.

He slapped me and told me to shut up and I cried harder and kicked out striking him in the leg and making him stagger then I was stumbling up towards the door as fast as I could.

He gripped my ankle and brought me back down, but then the door was open and someone was jerking me up and kicking the guy in the face.

I just held on, feeling safe in the arms of a stranger for no reason.

Then I was out the door and then I was being set on the ground and the dark silhouette crouched down in-front of me and then I just told him my whole life story, it felt like someone was releasing the darkness and in my head it was like all the pain and hatred was in those simple words.

"What would you do," The voice was sinful, deep, and all to male as he said, "If you could be far, far, far away from it, little girl?"

"I'd do anything," I said looking at the stars and then at the silhouette, "But you can't escape from everything, sooner or later it comes back to bitch-slap you in the face."

"Then It's decided then," The voice said wickedly, "You're mine."

"I'm yours?"

I was confused, all 180 IQ points of me.

All I saw was a tan hand and my world was dark, but it was the darkness of sleep, not death.