I got discharged from the hospital that night. Mom knows. She knows I cut. But she will never know the reason why. I will die hiding that from her.

"Are you gonna be okay?" She asks, she sounds like she's been crying. I nod. "I need some sleep. In my own bed." She helps me up the stairs, and into my room. I lay down on my bed, pulling my covers up to my chin. "I'll bring you some water." I nod, before drifting off to sleep.

"If I can't have you, no one can.."

No.

"Come on, Han Solo."

No. Stop.

He violently pushes me up against the wall, pushing my hands into the wall, leaving a dent. He licks up my neck, using a hand to grab my breast, he squeezes. Hard.

"No!" I sit up, sweating, and crying. I didn't even feel him. It felt too real. I hear steps coming up the stairs. Shit. I woke them up. 

"Hanna?" My dad steps into the doorway. "Are you okay, kiddo?" Kiddo. He's been calling me that since I was 3. "Yeah, dad. Just a bad dream." He nods and goes back downstairs. I lay back down, and fall back asleep. 

I'm on the hardwood floor in our dining room, in and out of consciousness. He's on top of me, ripping my clothes off. What's gotten into him? This isn't the Jake I know! He begins whipping his clothes off. He holds my legs up and rams it in. I scream in pain. He ignores me and keeps going, gripping my legs leaving bruises. He goes harder and harder, and finally he ejaculates inside me. He throws my legs down, I'm in so much pain I fall unconscious, I see him leave the house. 

I wake up to my alarm, I shut it off, and curl up in a ball and start crying.