"My anxiety is high,

. . . My medication is low"

"I don't understand why though. He's been distancing himself from me ever since we kissed this morning. Did I do something wrong? Am I not a good enough girlfriend for him?" We were currently at our usual spot at Lunch in the cafeteria.

Today's menu was either Monday Mushroom, which was a bowl of soup, or Monday Mozzarella, which was pasta. I obviously chose the latter.

We all looked at Rarity who was on the verge to cry. I mean, I would call her a Drama Queen, which would only make me a hypocrite, but then again this was pretty unusual.

Thunderlane never distances himself from Rarity. In fact, he's down-right clingy to her. Not that she minds of course. But hearing this was pretty weird.

"Am I not pretty enough? Do I stink? Am I not good in bed? Am I a bad kisser?-" This is really getting out of context, "-Or am I just really-"

"Rarity," I began "I'm pretty sure it's none of that. He probably wants a break and do his own things. He might be busy with the guys or something."

Shit, I did not word that correctly

A tear run down her cheeks as she clamped her hands on her mouth to prevent any more sobs coming out. The rest just glared at me, especially Fluttershy.

What's her problem?

I put my hands up in surrender.

"It's okay, Rarity. Rainbow probably didn't mean it in that way," Sunset softly spoke.

"I-I... I'm just gonna go to the Lady's for a while." She stood up, her mascara flowing down with her tears.

Most people around us in other tables looked at her in concern. Obviously, they'd be worried if one of their well-known, fashionista chics stormed out of the cafeteria in tears. Who wouldn't?

"Way to go, Dash."

I snapped my gaze towards A.J, who looked at me in disappointment. Is this girl serious? "What did I do? I didn't mean it to sound like that."

"But ya still did."

"Can you not? You've been so fuckin-"

"Language!"

"-g pissed off ever since the trip to Sugarcube Corner. Did I do something? Or are you just that typical bitchy farm girl who doesn't have anything else to do then to make others feel like shit just because you scoop up shit every morning," I snapped back, ignoring Twilight's outburst.

Why am I being such a bitch today?

"Says you!"

"Girls!" We both turned around, surprised at Flutters outbreak, to see fuming look on her face.

"Stop, it's none of your guy's faults. Applejack, Dash didn't mean it that way. And Dash, no need to be such a snappy brat about it. Besides, you're attracting everyone around us," She ended with a whisper.

It was then I realised everyone in the cafeteria had their eyes on one table. Our table. I then looked at the guy's table, which occupied Flash, Cheese, Thunder and Soarin'.

Isn't Laney suppose to be comforting Rares right now?

Soar gave me a look of concern, and I immediately looked back towards Shy. Just as I was about to apologise to A.J, the bell rang; signalling for every one of us to head for the fifth period.

I guess I'll have to apologise to both A.J and Rares after school.

•••••

"Drama on the first day? That's a record."

I rolled my eyes as I slammed my locker shut in the locker rooms. School was already over, but I couldn't find the rest of the gang anywhere. In the end, I gave up 'cause I was already late for the Canterlot High Soccer Tryouts.

Yes, I was Captain last year - and the years before that - but to make it fair for everyone to have an opportunity, the coach decided that every year on the first day, there should be tryouts. That way we have a number of options and skills to chose from.

"What do you want, Skies?"

"You," I held an urge to roll my eyes at him. Seriously, what up with him? Actually, no. What up with me? Why am I being so snappy? Why am I so sensitive?

Ugh, probably from yesterday. That sick bastard still irks me. I should have received that money.

"Hey, are youu okay? What happened earlier?"

See? He cares. Your just ungrateful to even appreciate what he does.

"I give you food. I give you shelter. And this is how you repay me?!" He shouted, banging my head on the brick wall and throwing me on the other side of the room like a rag doll. "You're just an ungrateful bitch who doesn't even appreciate what others do."

"-Dash? Rainbow Dash!"

"Huh?" I look around, realising that I'm still at the locker rooms. With Soarin'. Alone.

"I said 'Are you okay? What happened earlier?' and why do you keep on spacing out?" He asks, leaning closer to me. Practice ended 20 minutes ago, so no-one's here.

I sighed, turning back towards my locker to chuck in all my sports equipment and clothes only to have it slam shut.

I stare at Soarin' in confusion, only to see him stroll towards me, slowly closing in the gaps between us. I move backwards, hitting my back on my now-shut locker.

What is he doing?

Both his arms reach to the gym-lockers behind me, trapping me in between his arms. He leaned in, closely. His emerald orbs searching every inch, every detail of my face as it soon lands on my magenta ones.

What the hell is happening?

He leans closer, if that was even possible, and pushed all my junk on the ground around our feet. I could feel his steady breathing. His breath trickled down on my neck, it was almost too much to take in. Apples and... Timber?

"Listen here Kitten," Kitten? "When I ask you something, you answer it. No going into LaLa land. No spacing out. You tell me what happened, or I won't hesitate to find out what you're hiding."

Wait, hiding?

Shit, does he know somethings up?

And since when did he become so controlling?

I mean, it's kind of sex-

What the hell was I about to say?

"Dash?" He said, lightly brushing his fingers on my arm. This dude is creeping the hell out of me. "Um, yeah?"

He just stared at me and then rolled his eyes, pushing himself of me as I silently wished he didn't. "Whatever, let's just go home. It's getting late. Besides, don't we have a lot of homework?"

"Uhm," I say, not sure what happened or how to respond "Sure."

Since when the hell did I care about that informational shit of not-ending pages?

He just nods, flashing me a smile and walks away, leaving me in a pool of thoughts on what went on right now.

What the fuck?

•••••

I walked over to Laney's house right after leaving school. Why? Not only did I not have a reason to go back to my own, but to also find answers on why he was distancing himself from Rares. She'll have to thank me later.

Walking around the nicely trimmed bushes that surrounded the house, I walked onto their porch to knock.

Their house was an exact copy of ours, except the fact they have more designs and living space than ours.

After three knocks, Mrs Dusty, the main maid and babysitter, answered. As soon as she opened the white, wooden yet elegant door, she instantly smiled.

"Why who do we have here? If it isn't Little D. Come in, Come in. It's been a while hasn't it?" She ushered me in, already giving me a warm, welcoming feeling as always.

Mrs Dusty has been working here before all the brothers and I were born.

Her husband left her as soon as she announced she was pregnant at the age of 24. But that all went downhill when she had a miscarriage. She decided to just work as a maid and a babysitter when the boys were young. She always had a fond with little children. But since there isn't any currently, she just works as a maid now.

It seems all 3 of us has lost someone special.

Mr Blaze, the brother's father, lost his wife due to a car crash. After a few years, when I was probably around 5, he started dating this woman named Haze Thunder, who already had two sons and made another one with Mr Blaze.

Who are they? Thunderlane, Wave and Rumble. But Haze left him after getting attacked by his secretary, who was fired afterwards. Mrs Dusty lost both her husband and her unborn child. I lost my mother. But we're still going. Still growing. And perfectly fine now, even if it hurts inside.

"The twins, Rapid and Wave aren't here since they have a game to prepare up for. Blitz is back at the company with Mr Blaze. Flash? Probably out with his girlfriend. What her name? Sunny light? Soy Sun? Something like that-"

"Uh, Mrs Dusty," Yes, I do have manners "Do you know where Laney is?" I say, walking into the marble foyer.

She started wiping her hands on her cotton black apron, her nose slightly wrinkled in thought as I start realising her grey hair has gotten even greyer than before. "Uh, I'm not sure honey. Why don't you check his room? He's probably in there... " She trailed off, muttering something along the lines 'Stupid boy' and 'I would have heard him come in'.

I suppressed a chuckle. Nodding towards her as a sign of thanks and strolled towards their 'marble with golden flicks and designs that are so structured and elegant' stairs.

Mrs Dusty has always been kind and loving towards me. Always helping me with my cuts and bruises from my days on learning how to ride a bike. Always reading me a bedtime story whenever I had a sleepover at their house back then. Always treating me like her one of her own. She's like a mother I never had.

'Cause you killed your first one

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did, you're just too ungrateful and egotistical to admit it. To proud.

Shaking my head, I got on the second floor and turned right into the ivory-wall hallway Thunder, Wave, Rapid and the Twin's rooms are. Tucking one of my rainbow strands behind my ear, I knocked on the door waiting for a response. See? I do have manners. I have no idea what Rares was talking about the past few years.

"Laney?"

No answer.

I sighed, flattened my wrinkled sky-blue tank top and straightened my blue jacket that covered my arms. I don't care if he's changing in there or masturbating, I'm going inside. I hold on the doorknob and roughly slammed it open to reveal an empty room.

I looked inside the darkroom, my only light was the moon's illuminating light on the side of his grey bed. It was messy.

Typical.

His light grey wall on the right, out of all the three other pale baby blue walls, had pictures filled with memories from the past and now. With famous soccer stars up and Wonderbolt posters around as well as pictures of his brothers, family, the gang, me and especially Rares. A few trophies stood up tall and proud, reflecting brightly from the light in the corridor.

I scanned my eyes around noticed a black leather bag underneath his bed peaked out, which immediately caught my interest. I waddled towards, taking huge steps so I don't touch any of his dirty clothes lying on the floor.

I crouched down to touch the material of the bag and pulled it out under the bed, closely examining it. Eh, it's his junk. Why should I go through his privacy? I looked at it again. Fuck it, I don't have manners.

I ripped the bag open, not caring if thunder finds out someone's been here and gaped at what I saw.

I saw him taking it. I didn't want him too, but he did. It'll only get him high even more. And I don't want him touching me anymore. Or hurting me either. He and his peers were all surrounded the table in the basement with the celler next to them.

A bag stood on the table with small packets and boxes pouring out of it. Each one of them taking more than they did a few minutes ago. How do they not get caught by the police? That's a question I'll never know.

I was on the wooden stairs, watching them take more. I looked behind me, shivering as I remembered what he and his friends had done to me when I was catch eavesdropping in one of there conversation about a company. I slowly turn to walk up the stairs, remembering I had to clean the stairs because of a meeting he had later this afternoon.

"Where do you think you're going?"

All my hair stood up as I turned back, realising he was already up the stairs, walking towards me. "You think you could interrupt our little experiment of theses new ones and get away with it?" He said, venom dripping from his words. He suddenly chuckled, twisting my arms roughly as I cry out in pain. "Would you like to have a little taste, Chica?"

Drugs. And a lot of it.

•••••

I slowly opened the front door, peeking in to see whether or not he's home yet. I don't see him or hear him. And I take that as a sign that he's not home. Home. What a word. If home is a place where you feel safe, then I probably haven't found it yet. I slowly walked inside, walking into the foyer (Creaker Crumbles) and looked diagonally right to the living room.

He must really not be here.

I strolled towards the stairs, not caring if the floor creaked since he wasn't home. Must be late from one of his meeting. Just as I was one step up the stairs, something stopped me. I heard something.

Creak

"Why the fuck are you late? Didn't I tell you to mop the kitchen floor?!"

My hair was pulled from behind, making me fall back towards the ground, my skull pounding in pain from the impact of the wooden floor. I groaned, trying to get up only to be shoved down again from his wet, sticky black boots.

He smirked, yanking me up by my hair and slamming me onto the pale yellow wall right underneath the glass pictures hanging up.

I let out a scream in pain as the pictures fell on top of me. He ripped my deep ocean blue jacket off me, revealing 1 or 2 faint scars from both him and my occupation.

He was smart. Really smart.

He only hurt me in areas where I would cover-up. Where no one would see.

"You know, it's rude not to do something when older people tell you to do." He grinned. His night ocean blue hair, practically like ink, was spikier than before, almost overgrown as it shadowed his dark orange eyes that held a flicker of sin and almost-humour.

He pressed his arms over my neck, cutting off my breathing system as he clenches on me tightly, pressing his whole body on me. I was scared. Of course, I was scared. Who wouldn't be scared if they were in my position?

But you're too proud to admit it out loud.

"Listen, Chica. When I ask you to do something. You do it. Or do you prefer me doing it?" He whispered in my ears, his other hand trailing down my neck and halted right above my cleavage. I couldn't stand it. I could barely breathe. His breath reeked of alcohol, Vodka specifically, and it sickens me to be this close to him.

He pulled out his pocket-knife and leans in closer, and my mind instantly goes back to the locker rooms earlier today.

Soarin'

The blade pressed against my shoulder. A metallic warm-liquid feeling dripping down towards my glass-filled hands and onto the floor, making me whimper in both fear and pain.

I don't need him to find out.

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Oh my God im doneeeeeee!

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What did you think about Soar's and Dashie's little moment?

Why did Laney have drugs on him?

And how was Black Shard's introduction?

In all honesty, i hated it. Also, I apologize about the way i presented the abuse. And the blood. I really have noooooo idea how to make it "gore-y" and i suck at abuse part. Sorry. I cringed so hard at the introduction of the abuse. Again, sorry. Haze Thunder (the character) and Mrs Dusty belongs to me.

Anyway, chappie 2 is finally done.

Toodles

~ RaaRaa