Woah. It's intense and very well written. Are Natalie and Hannah sisters? If so, I must've missed that somewhere. >__> Anyways, please continue soon. Poor Hannah. ;__;

Haha, by the way, just mentioning this. I truthfully don't care, but it could get confusing. xD

Yeah sorry about the title. D: Caitlin and I will probably change it to make it a little easier for you in a bit. ;D

So glad about the amount of comments we got already, by the way. =0 It was a real shocker. But then again... Caitlin's story's can do that. =P

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.:Hannah:.

"Wear this." my father grumbled, aggravated that he needed to work to cover my bruised and battered body up. He tossed me a sky blue sweater, that would surely itch against my skin. I slid into it quickly, not wanting to be able to look down and see all the marks he left me. "And this," he said, tossing me an ugly old hat that would cover the little red patches on my head where he had struck me with the bat. "Aaand," he said, stretching the sound of the a, "This." He threw me a pair of long, baggy jeans that would hang over my shoes and surely cover any marks he might have left on my legs.

Obidiently, I put on everything he told me to and followed him downstairs. Nat was already sitting at the table, eating whatever it was she was eating, and keeping her stare down. She wouldn't look at me. Did she know my secret? Did she know what Daddy did to me nearly twice every week? No. How could she? Conviniently, she had plans every night Daddy struck.

"Hello," I muttered as I walked past her and into the kitchen, where Daddy shoved a bowl of cereal into my chest. I held it out while he poured the milk into the bowl.

"Go eat, and hurry it up, I need to get you two to school."

I took my place next to Natalie and whispered to her as quietly as I could. I didn't want Daddy to invade my privacy anymore than he already had. "Where were you last night?" I asked, and I almost began to say Where were you when I needed you? He did it again, where were you?. But I held my tongue and waited for her response.

Still, she didn't look at me. However, I kept my stare locked on her. My purple eyes stared at her, analyzing her and trying to find her flaw. Sometimes it seemed like she was perfect. She looked at me for a second, and my eyes locked with her green eyes, which were just as beautiful as her. "Out. With a friend."

"Sure you were," I hissed.

Daddy snuck up behind us and stroked his hand through my orange hair, fire red just like my mother's. I could almost see his face, looking down on me, smiling... picturing me naked... picturing his lips and his hands crossing my every curve... touching my every blemish.

Natalie stood, walked into the kitchen and put her plate in the sink, then slipped her feet into her shoes and said, "I'll wait out by the car." And she headed for the door, grabbing her coat on the way. I wish my escape could be as easy as hers was.

Now that we were alone, Daddy realized he might be able to get me to touch him before we got into the car. He also realized that he would be able to touch me before Natalie would come back into the house, complaining about how long we were taking. He had a dirty knife in his hand, so I let him touch me and tried not to cry. I let him grab my wrist and pull my hand to his pants zipper...

"'Atta girl," he mused, eyes closed with a grim smirk on his face. Inside, I was screaming at him. Practically blowing up, even. But still, fear held it down and I let him get away with everything.