Some Scars Don't Heal

Nine - And You Wonder Why I Don't Bring Friends Home?!

Danny closed the door carefully behind us, in case that woman was still watching me, and then turned around to look at me, rubbing his hands so hard I could almost see electricity crackling between his finger tips. I shrank back, cowering against the bottom step.

"What's wrong babe?" Danny licked his lips, stepping towards me. "I'm not going to hurt you." I wrapped my arms around myself. Danny reached out to me, and I unwillingly let myself into his arms. He pushed me against the wall, his lips crashing down on mine. I stood there, as unresponsive as a stone statue, with my hands knotted around Danny's neck, while his hands explored the top of my school shirt. I gritted my teeth as he bit down on my bottom lip, leaving marks that I was sure would stay imprinted on my mouth for a long time. Danny moved his hands down to my school skirt, and I broke off.

"What is your problem Becky?" Danny asked, his hands curling into fists. I dreaded the sight of his fists, because that usually meant a major mood swing coming up.

"There's no problem Danny." I replied, edging towards the stairwell.

"Yes there is!" Danny exploded, "Why do you keep moving away from me? Do you not love me anymore?"

"Of course I do, Danny." I lied, and then I did something even worse. I stretched out my hand. Danny looked at me, undecided as to whether to take my hand or fly into a rage. I regretted my action the moment I made it, but it was too late now. Danny hesitated, and then took my hand, and pulled me up the stairs. I was relieved and followed him, until we went into his room. I sat down heavily on the stool next to the dressing table and started taking out my school books. I had just picked up my pen to do my Science homework when I looked up and saw Danny was still staring at me.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Becky...I'm so glad you came back to me. I'm so glad you came home." He smiled at me, or was it a smirk?

I nodded, smiling, although the corners of my mouth refused to pull upwards. "Of course I did. I have nowhere else to go." Danny  bared his teeth in a grin and came to stand next to me, pressing his nose in my hair, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I was thinking today Becky. I did a lot of thinking. And I've decided...I can't hold it off anymore. I love you so much." My stomach twisted as I realised what he was getting at, but I pretended to play dumb.

"What do you mean Danny?" I tried to hide it, but my fear was evident in my voice.

Danny gently pushed me toward the king size bed and sat me down on the edge of it, kneeling in front of me.

"What I mean is...Becky. I want you. Right now. I can't wait for you anymore."

I gasped. "No, Danny, please. Don't do this." 

He ignored me, firmly pressing his lips to mine, stealing the breath from my lungs as he kissed me hard enough to bruise. He brought his hands to the front of my school shirt and ripped the buttons off it. I felt panic race through my veins. He grabbed me around the waist and threw me on the bed, ignoring my screams and my kicking frantically as I tried to get away. The white hot fear was drowning out everything else in my mind, and I cried for my mum, my dad, but no one came, not even Alex. Danny's silhouette loomed over me, pinning my hands either side of my head, exactly where he wanted them, and as usual...

He got his way.