The Moment I knew i was never safe.

The dark.

I don't remember anything after I yelled to him, but its dark, cold, and damp. It smells like moldy wood, and the air was thick. I was tired to the ground with my back against a ice wall witch sent shivers down my spine, this in not a dream.....

"JACK!!!!!!!!"

Deep voices came from the floor above me and ice chilled my bones, NO. Not here, not again. Where's Jack...

"I see your awake."That voice sent my mind with fear and anger. It was my uncle the one that rapped me...

"Why the hell am I here?"

"Well lets see, you ran away form your dad and he asked If he could keep you here. So of course why would I pass up the chance to have some more 'fun' with you before I had to give you back."

"I'M NOT A TOY YOU OR ANYONE CAN PLAY WITH ANYMORE!"

"Lets see about that."

He picked me up and dragged me up the stairs and throw me to the floor and pinned me down and tore my shirt open. I don't want this, I don't want this!!

"STOP"

I pushed as hard as I could to get him off of me but I was to weak, tears start to roll down my face as I try to find something to help me get away. I could feel him trying to slide off my pants as my hand come across a peace of glass. I slid the glass across him back and he moved quickly away from me and I got up and ran out the door into the rain with tears still going down my face with no shirt on in the middle of the woods. I ran and ran till I got to the clearing that I knew all to well. I passed the lake and ran as fast as I could and climbed up. It didn't look the same, there were holes in the wall form what looked like someone punching it, I heard crying from the far end and slowly walked to were it was coming from I slowly pushed the door open to see the room trashed and dark, Jack was sitting in the far corner facing the wall. I walked over and put my hand on his shoulder and he quickly pinned me down with his fist in the air about to punch..

"Jack its me, its me"

He was shaking, he was looking strait into my eyes as he lowered his fist and put his head down on my bear chest rapping his arms under me and around my bear back. His face looked like he lost everything, I rubbed my hand throw his hair until he wanted to let go of me, he started to talk.

"I thought I lost you again and that I was never going to get you back... that I would never get to hear your voice, or feel your touch, the warmth of your kiss or how your hand fit perfectly in my hand. That I will never feel your vary present lay by my side at night and that I will never get to hold you again. I couldn't live that life with out you again."

"I'm back now."

"I don't every want to let go."

"I don't want you to."

We laid there in silence until we feel asleep. but just to take up with a bad dream.