(A/N: This chapter may be triggering for some readers. I'll let you know when the triggering part will happen.).

"How was shopping?" Gerard asks while Linds and I drag our bags into the house.

"It was fun." She replies, "Where's my Bumble B?"

"She's in her room coloring." He answers.

With that, Linds carries her things upstairs, I'm assuming to show Bandit some things she bought her.

"Well, I see you didn't die." Gerard smirks.

I put a puzzled look on my face.

"You said you were nervous this morning and talking about heart attacks, and you're still alive."

"Oh," I laugh, "Yeah. It went really well."

"I told you it would!" He points his finger at me.

"You're such a kid." I chuckle at his child-like manner.

"I know." He flips his hair, stopping to dramatically stare at the ceiling.

As I walk past him to get to the fridge, I give him a small shove, just hard enough to drop his ceiling stare. His head slowly turns to look at me, and in an instant I'm picked up and thrown over his shoulders.

"Put me down, Gerard!" I demand, flailing his his grasp.

"I think not, young killjoy." He speaks, and though I can't see the smirk on his face, I know it's there.

After about thirty seconds trying to free myself, I give up and dangle limply over his shoulder. He carries me upstairs into Bandit's room, where Linds' and her voices are conversing.

"Gerard, what are you doing?" Lindsey asks.

"Being an asshole!" I answer for him, grunting.

"Swear jar!" Bandit claps her hands. Hey, I'd clap too if I earned money off of people's profanity.

"For that, you'll be there longer now." Gerard states, and his grip tightens on my legs.

Hm, we'll see about that.

"Hey, B? Wanna know where babies come from?" I don't wait for her to answer, "So a man sticks his-" Gerard places me back on my feet, and I put a smirk on my face, "Ha!"

"Ha!" He mocks, raising the pitch of his voice.

"Sticks his what?" B stands up, curiosity on her features.

Lindsey laughs, and Gerard walks out of the room.

"Nothing."

~~~

Two days later...

"We'll be back around 11:00. Make sure Bandit's in bed by 7:30. Keep the doors l-" Linds speaks strictly before I cut her off.

"Yes, yes! I know. You can trust me! Now get out and have fun!" I shoo her and Gerard out the door.

"Call us if you need anything!" Gerard adds.

"Just go before you miss your reservations!" I laugh, closing and locking the door once they're out. I turn to B.

"Whatcha wanna do?" I sit down on the floor next to her.

"Ooo! Let's go in Daddy's and Mommy's music room!"

"Would they be okay if we go in there?"

She nods and stands up. I follow her downstairs to the basement, which has been converted to a sound studio. The thing that excites me most is Linds' black Aerodyne hanging on the wall.

"Are you positive we can be down here? Gerard didn't show me down here when he gave me the house tour."

"It's fine! Can you play anything?"

"What do you want me to play?"

I look down at her, and of course she points to Linds' bass. Eh, what the Hell? I walk over and take it from the wall, adjusting the strap on my shoulder. I play the chorus of Bitches, as it is the first song to come to mind. Once I finish, Bandit claps her little hands.

"That sounded just like how Mommy plays it!"

I chuckle at her enthusiasm and hang the bass back on the wall.

"What else can you play?" B stares up at me.

"Guitar, drums, violin, piano, and I sing." I answer proudly.

"Uncle Ray taught me some songs on piano!" She exclaims.

"Well, kid, show me what you've got."

~~~

"But I'm not tired!" B whines, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I know, B. If it were up to me, you could stay up all night, but Mommy and Daddy want you in bed." I sigh while tucking her in.

"Fine." she pouts, defeated.

I smile, kissing her cheek, "Goodnight, B."

"Night, Ray."

Before I exit her room, I set her Batman figure in front of the closet door. I then retreat downstairs to the kitchen, grabbing a yogurt from the fridge. Hopping up on the counter, I sit quietly eating the yogurt until I hear a knock on the door. Pulling my phone from my pocket and seeing as it is only 8:00 PM, I know it isn't Gerard and Lindsey. There's another round of knocking.

I slide off the counter and for safety, grab a small knife and rest it in my belt. Approaching the door, I unlock it, gasping at who's standing on the other side.

"Jason?"

His eyes crinkle as he grins at me, "Hey, Baby." His voice is muskier than usual, and his hair is wind blown.

"Wha- how did you find me?" I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand, and a shiver runs down my spine.

"I missed you, Ray..." His hands find their way to my waist.

"Please get your hands off me." I state, trying to remain calm.

He listens and removes his hands from my body, stuffing them in his hoodie pocket.

"C-can we talk?" He asks, sounding nervous.

I bite down on my lip, avoiding eye contact, "I don't think that's a good idea."

His hand latches onto mine, "Please, baby?"

Fuck.

With a sigh, I let him guide me out the door and to his car, which is parked a few feet down the street from the house. We climb into the backseat where he holds me in his lap, "I'm so fucking sorry." He speaks softly.

I try getting out of his hold, but he only tightens his grip, "I said I was sorry." He repeats, tone rising.

"I-I- let go of me now." I squirm, instantly regretting getting in here with him.

(Trigger Warning)

"Why do you always do this shit?" He shouts, pushing me down and hovering over me.

"Stop!" I cry, frantically grabbing for the knife in my belt.

He notices the blade in my hand, rushing to snatch it before I can harm him. He is successful and throws the knife to the driver's seat. Suddenly, I get a fast blow to the cheek. I cry out in pain, begging him to stop.

"You really think that would've worked? You can't hurt me, bitch!" He spits in my face, referring to the knife.

"J-Jason... let me go. I-I-I'm s-sorry." I tremble beneath him.

His hands wrap tightly around my throat, and he squeezes tighter and tighter each second. I struggle for air, but no oxegyn reaches my lungs. I slap at his chest, but it does no good. Tears fall from my eyes as my vision darkens.

"P-please." I manage with little air.

Miraculously, his hands release my neck, and I quickly inhale as much air needed to please my lungs from the oxegyn they've been craving.

A wicked smile on his lips, his face bends down closer and closer until his lips find their way to my neck, trailing kisses all around it.

It dawns upon me what his intentions are.

This makes me fight harder, whether it be punching, slapping, scratching, I try to get out of this nightmare. With a grunt, he sends his fist down to my head twice, and instantly my vision begins fading. All I feel is the pounding in my head, but I can hear the loosening of his belt.

"No." I sob over and over again, knowing I'm too weak to fight anymore. "Jason, please! Don't! No!"

One more punch is thrown at me, and I know I'm done for. Numbness takes over my body, and though I can't feel anything, I hear the satisfied moans emerging from his mouth. I don't know how long it lasts, but I almost don't notice when he throws me outside onto the grass before speeding off down the road. 

(End of trigger warning)

I pull my knees to my chest and curl into a ball, sobbing uncontrollably. I feel it. I feel him inside me. The affects crash down on me like a ton of bricks, and I know I'll never be able to get rid of this feeling. It will remain on my skin, his scent will remain in my nostrils, and the memory will never fade. That much I know.

Feeling the blood trickle down my forehead, I feel my veins run dry. Gerard and Lindsey. I can't let them see me like this. They can't find out. But how can I keep this from them?

(A/N: Summary for those who skipped the triggering part- Jason took Ray to his car, where he had yet another break down. During this breakdown, he beat her and raped her.)