(Warning: Graphic abuse scene below. I'll add ***** to let you guys know when it starts if you want to skip it. It's till the end of the chapter.)

I let out a small mewl as Avery placed another kiss on my lips, harder now, and immediately I gripped her blouse in my fists as did my best to kiss her back. Her lips are so soft and dominating and I loved it. She angled her face to the other side and locked our lips together again. Our breath mixed and I could feel the urgency in her kiss, but soon enough she pulled away. My breathing was loud as I still had my eyes closed. My heart was racing, and my toes were numb. I wanted more. I craved her. I opened my eyes and she was already looking at me, a small smile on her lips. Lips that I just kissed. Oh, God.

"You...you kissed me," I muttered out still in shock and she chuckled slightly, moving back and giving space between us, but her arm was still around me.

"And I'd like to do it again, and again and again. Did you like it?" she whispered softly, her eyes on me and I blushed at her words, looking away and nodded slightly. Me too. I want it again and again.

"Good. I'm glad. I loved it." She smirks, her hand going to tuck my hair behind my ear, and it stays there playing with it. My heart starts to race again, she's touching me so intimately, and softly, almost shy, and her eyes are a whole other story.

"I've got to go now beanie girl, I'll see you tomorrow yeah?" she asks hopeful and her eyes bright. I looked at her lips again and back at her eyes and nodded. Smiling, she removes her arm from me and I finally calmed down from being too close to her.

Oh my god, we just kissed.

Avery just fucking kissed me.

On my lips.

Oh my God.

Holy shit.

I was kissed.

By a girl.

By Avery.

Oh, God.

These thoughts ran in my head over and over again, as I helped to clean up our dinner, and as Avery put them in a garbage bag. She was so used to my house now, she probably knew where everything was. My eyes followed hers as she turned off the lights in the kitchen and walked over to me again.

"I'm going yeah?" she says and I nod slightly sad. I was gonna be alone for the whole day till tomorrow evening.

"Thank you again, Avery," I say and she smirks suddenly.

"You mean for the kiss? You're welcome, beanie girl." She winks at me and leans over to kiss my cheek, and give me one last hug, resulting in my flaming cheeks once more.

"Night, call me if anything happens okay. I'll see you tomorrow cutie." She says and my breath hitches with the new nickname and I nod absentmindedly.

"Night," I mutter just as she gave me one last smile she closed the door. I fall back to the chair, having deja vu from when she winked at me only a few days ago and now she left me after kissing me. Oh, God. She kissed me. Like actually kiss me, like she liked me kinda kiss. And she wanted to do it again and again and again. I squealed to myself.

I spent that night in a haze, for the first time feeling so happy and complete. I laid there on the couch, still shocked that it happened, touching my lips, I remembered how she tasted. I wanted more. God, I never wanted anything more.

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The morning came and as I was fixing breakfast, the phone rang. I skipped to it, hoping it was Avery.

"Hello?" my mouth dried hearing my mother.

"We'll be back in an hour." She cuts the line. I dropped the phone. Oh, God. They're coming back today. Shit. I fumbled and reached for Avery's number, calling her.

"Hello?" I heard her answer on the first ring. I gripped the phone, feeling anxious.

"Avery, they're coming back," I whisper, and my reality of Avery and us spending time together just vanishes. I'll never get to see her again knowing how my parents are. They're going to hit me again. I whimper.

"Calm down, hey, listen, if they do anything, touch you, even the slightest, you call me." She says and I don't reply. I can't do that. I won't be able to.

"I'm sorry Avery," I muttered.

"No, don't. Don't say that. Please call me. Promise me you will Sam." her voice now frantic. I shut my eyes and shook my head.

"I can't. Don't come by. Please. See you soon." I whisper and cut the line. I tried not to sob, I was having an almost panic attack, everything was so loud, my heart was erratic and screaming at me for putting us in this position. I leaned against the wall, calming myself down. After a few minutes, I picked myself up and tidied up the house. Thank God I cleared everything that day, and there was no trash. I took the things Avery got for me and brought them up to my room, wincing every time I took a step, but I pushed that away. I walked into the bathroom, taking out my bandage and throwing it away. Taking a quick shower, and headed back down.

I sat on the couch, my leg bopping up and down, I was so anxious. Were they going to hit me again? Is the house clean? Is it spotless? I was terrified for their return.

Everything is going back to reality. I sighed internally, wanting this to be over, regretting my decision not to ask Avery to report them. A part of me couldn't do that to them, I didn't want to hurt.

I waited for them, biting my lip and occasionally glancing at the clock. Fuck. I hated this. I heard a car pull up and I tensed. Do I open the door? What do I do? I decided to walk over to the door and help them with the bags. Taking a deep breath, I pulled the door open, seeing my parents. They had their bags in one hand, and immediately I approached mum.

"I'll take that," I say softly and she doesn't give me a glance as she passes it to me. I wince in pain as it was heavy and I tried to carry it inside. They both walked into the house without a single word to me, not even looking at me, and my heart was just crushed. I trailed behind them and got into the house locking it.

"You didn't make us anything?" I tensed hearing mum ask. I turn to her.

"What?" I mumbled back, looking down, I was practically shaking at this point.

"You couldn't even make us some food you fucking bitch! I left you here with money, and a house and you finished it all?! There's nothing here!" she yelled outraged, walking up to me and gripping my hair pulling it backwards. I screamed out and immediately she slapped me hard, I tasted blood.

"I dare you to make another noise. I'll kill you." she gritted out. I whimpered, tears falling down my face as I nodded furiously trying not to cry out.

"Fucking bitch!" she yelled again and threw me against the kitchen counter. I screamed as I heard a crack, the end of the counter jabbing me in the chest. I fell, my vision becoming dark, but I could hear everything and feel the pain in my chest. I couldn't say anything, I had no voice. It was too painful. Tears poured out of my eyes now as I sat there on the floor.

"Get the fuck up!" Dad came over to me now, grabbing me by my hair and placing me onto the counter holding my neck down. I yelled and screamed, thrashing in his arms.

"Shut up! You're going to get it." He spat in my face and I screamed again, kicking him in the stomach and he roared, punching me in the jaw. At this point, I wanted to die. I was ready. Just kill me. Please. It's too painful.

"Look at me!!" Mum roared and with my blurry vision, I looked at her. She had an evil smirk on her face. No. No.

Oh, God. Please. No. I smelt it. She took a drag of the cigarette before nearing me. I screamed and thrashed again as dad held me down and she held my other hand. She took a kitchen towel and put it in my mouth, making me gag, I couldn't scream. I couldn't do anything.

I felt dad pull my shirt up, and I started crying again, please no. God. Please no. Please. Please. I was now completely bare. I cried and cried.

"Please no," I whispered through the kitchen towel, knowing they couldn't hear me. I sobbed even more, as they tightened their hold on me. Mum started with the first spot and then went harder every time.

I screamed and flinched, my throat in pain, as I tried to handle the pain. I couldn't. It hurts. It hurts so much. Why are they doing this?

I could feel mum go everywhere with it. My chest, stomach, thighs, and my arms, and I just laid there. I couldn't do anything. I wanted to die. This is it. I'm going to die. My vision started becoming dark, and suddenly there was a blinding light and I was out.

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A/N:

Okay, that was heavy to write, I tried to tone it down. I'm sorry if it was so bad.