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[ryleigh malese valmont]

<sup>---- Ryleigh cursed herself silently as she walked home, a brown north face denali jacket covering her, keeping her warm from the crisp air. it was barely spring, and the weather wasn't really predictable. it could be freezing and could feel like winter, or it could be as warm and it could be summer. usually she wouldn't need more than her north face, as she usually wouldn't have to walk home. she normally took the school bus, but she'd missed it today -- god knows how! she hated walking, especially when it was cold, and she knew that her father would be angry when she got home. because she'd be late, he'd make assumptions, it had all happened before. she was about a block away from her home now, walking past tristan's house. she was across the street, and she burried her hands in her pockets and looked down. she lifted her head to look across the road and through the dining room window, but the house was dark and she didn't see any movement. she looked back down at her feet as she prepared herself to reach her house, knowing her father would hit her the second the door was closed and nobody on the outside could know what happened inside. she burried her hands deeper into her pockets, letting out a long breath as she realized she was in front of her house. she made her way across the street, slowly, delaying entering the home because she didn't want to deal with her father. she walked up the drive and sucked in a deep breath of cold air that caused her lungs to tingle in warning of a cough. up one step, two step, three, and she was on the front stoop. she exhaled and coughed only slightly as she did so, pulled her hand from her pocket and pressed her palm on the cold, metal doorknob. she drew in one more deep breath and turned it, pushing the door open.

---- The first thing she felt was a rush of warm air, saturated in the scent of her own home. the smell of her house was no longer.. homey to ryleigh. it held fear in it. she swallowed as she let out her breath through her nose, flaring her nostrils as she peered around the front hall. it was empty, and she turned around to shut the door. she slipped her shoes off at the door and dropped her backpack for a moment so she could remove her jacket. she hung it in the closet near the door and picked her bag up again, twirling around to face the staircase. before her eyes could reach the dark, wooden staircase, they caught on a man standing to the side of it, in the doorway to the kitchen. his hair was about an inch and a half long, dark brown, almost black. his stubble was about a quarter of an inch long, as he often forgot to shave. ryleigh could smell him from across the room, or that could be her imagination. because she was sure she knew what he smelled like. christopher stood, leaning against the side of the doorway. his lips were pursed and his arms crossed as he stared at ryleigh. she gnawed on her bottom lip, her legs itching to sprint away from here. out the door, down the drive, the street, anywhere but here. she swallowed, her throat was suddenly dry. her father cleared his throat, his eyes hadn't moved an inch. ryleigh was staring at her feet, her stomach uneasy. "where have you been?" he asked, his nostrils flaring. ryleigh looked up at him briefly, though shot her gaze back down to her feet a second later. "i...uh.. i missed the bus.." she explained, her voice so soft it could have been a whisper. her father grunted, and when he spoke his voice was louder. "were you with that trevor kid?!" he voice shook the house, and ryleigh swallowed. she took a step forward, toward the staircase, and the floor creaked. she took another step, and another, until she had her right foot on the first step. she heard the floor creak, and not from her, and she felt a warm hand wrap around her upper right arm. her heart raced as she tried to pull away, but his grip was steal. "what were you doing with him? were you fucking him?!" he was yelling, even if his mouth was just inches from ryleigh's right ear. she pulled away from him quickly and jumped onto the next step. her father stood there for a moment, shocked ryleigh had slipped from his grip, but he made his way up the staircase after her. so many things were going through ryleigh's mind at that moment. what was the point of that? it's just going to make him angrier! she's stupid, stupid, stupid. she should just tell tristan. she knew she should, but she couldn't! what would their dad do?! she ran into her bed room and turned around to shut her door, and as she did so her father shoved it open. he pushed it with so much force it smacked ryleigh and she fell backward, the door slamming into the wall just as her head hit the hardwood floor. she shut her eyes as she fell, and opened them to see her father above her, his face red. "do you want to get fucking pregnant? you don't need that trevor kid to do that!" he yelled, driving his foot into her stomach and kicking her several times over before lifting her up. she shut her eyes and tried to breath through her mouth, but she was still smothered with the disgusting smell that always stuck to her father's skin. it was a mixture of alcohol, sweat and food. ryleigh's eyes were wet as she felt something hard hit her face, her eye to be exact. the next thing she felt was something sharp hitting the back of her head, and everything disappeared.

---- Ryleigh slowly opened her eyes, sqiunting in the darkness. when she'd gotten home, the sun had yet to set and her room at been full of orange light from the setting sun that shone through her window. it was pitch black now, definitely night time. the only thing she could hear was the muted sound of crickets outside her bedroom window, and the wind blowing through the trees. the room was too hot, it was stuffy and warm, the smell was disgusting. it smelled.. pretty much just like christopher. the body odor was for sure his, and the alcohol, too. it made ryleigh's stomach churn uncomfortably. her head throbbed as she sat up and leaned against her bedside table that was about a foot behind her. it took her a moment before she realized she wasn't wearing any pants. or underwear. she knew she'd been wearing pants when she got home, it would have been absurd if she hadn't worn pants to school. her brow wrinkled in confusion as she pieced things together, and she quickly drew in a gasp as she figured it out. had he..? no.. why would he.. ryleigh didn't even realize she was crying until she felt a tear drop onto her bare leg, and she wiped it away. her father was either passed out or out, either way was fine with ryleigh at this time. she was sobbing now, not even sure why, because she didn't know what happened, she didn't remember anything. or at least right now. she drew in short, quick breaths as she tried to calm herself, wiping her cheeks. the salt in her tears stung around her right eye, where she remembered feeling a sharp pain. it was probably bruised, or cut, or something, but ryleigh's first priority wasn't examining her wounds -- it was getting out of the house. she pressed her palms to the cold, wooden floor and pushed herself onto her feet. her legs felt weak and they shook as they tried to hold up her weight. she swallowed, her throat swollen and dry as she wimpered. she tried to find her jeans from earlier that day, they had to be around somewhere. she felt around on the floor until she found them, her underwear inside. she exhaled quickly and sucked in another berath a half second later. she pulled her underwear and then her jeans on and buttoned them, still crying. she knew it was cold out, so she made her way to the rocking chair that sat in her corner. a blue sweatshirt, across the chest in pink letters the word 'champion' was written -- a brand name. she pulled it on as she sucked in another breath and shoved her arms through the sleeves. she pulled the hood down and her short hair out from under the hoodie and ran her shaking fingers through her hair.

---- The fifteen year old crept as lightly as she could along the wood floor, and she had to cover her mouth with the sleeve of her sweatshirt to keep herself from hyperventilating -- scared to awake her father. she could hear his snoring echoing throughout the silent house, which indicated his head was probably stuck inside the toilet from throwing up. how wonderful. she'd normally drag him to his bed if he were like that, but right now she wanted to get out, as she was shocked he would do what he had done.. if he had. had he? she didn't know, and she really didn't want to think about it. she hoped her father's head slid too far into the toilet bowl and he drowned in his sleep. it was harsh, but after everything he'd put her through it seemed fair. she shut the front door carefully and pulled her sleeve away from her mouth so she could breath. ryleigh leaned against the door and she began hyperventilating again. she tried her best to calm her breathing, her best wasn't very good, but it would have to do. she pushed away from the door and made her way down the drive and crossed the street. her automatic reflex was to turn right and head toward tristan's house, and she did so without thinking. she didn't want to be near her father, and she didn't like the uneasy feeling that was in her stomach. it ached as if it were sore, like after the first day of dance after several weeks without any practice. but it was different, it wasn't her abs that hurt, it was her ribs. sore ribs? no. could she.. or could her father have broken one? or two? ugh. she swallowed, and before she knew it she was across the street from tristan's home. she didn't even know what time it was, it could have been two am, wednesday already or it could still be late on tuesday. she had no idea. her legs were shaking the whole time she walked, but her legs moved robotically and weren't going to stop just because they were weak and tired. she took the first step up the stairs, then the second, and she was standing in front of her brother's house. she swallowed as she lifted her shaking hand to the wooden door, knocking against it lightly twice and then a little harder a third time before letting her hand fall. she stuffed her hands into the large pocket in front of her stomach and looked down at her feet, or tried to, but the bump of her hands underneath her hoodie prevented her from seeing them. she thought about the last thing she remembered him saying, and she analyzed everything about what he said and did that would lead him to doing.. that. if he had. 'do you want to get fucking pregnant?' yes, that's exactly what she wanted. it's not like it was even possible.. then.. now.. she didn't even know. if he had.. then.. all she knew is it wasn't possible, and she wouldn't allow herself to think it was. a shudder rolled through her body as she recalled the second sentence. 'you don't need that trevor kid to do that!' she didn't need trevor to do what? to.. to get pregnant? why would she need him to get pregnant? she wasn't going to get pregnant! it's not like they were anything more than friends, which made getting pregnant totally impossible! it was out of the question! another shiver ran through her body like a wave as she hung her head, ashamed that she hadn't done anything sooner. she could have prevented this. the first time he hit her she could have done something. told someone. she didn't have to let it last this long, which she had. she didn't have to make him think.. that she was doing that.. with trevor.. and she could have done something before he did... that. she was going to beat herself up about this for years to come, and she knew it. she wasn't going to let go.




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[tristan james valmont.]

<sup>----- at one o'clock in the morning, theres nothing that tristan valmont would rather be doing then sleeping in his bed. instead, he was sitting up on the couch watching re runs of old basketball games - in an attempt to clear his head. was it working though? no. not at all. all the twenty two year old could think about was the three year old boy that he fathered - the one that he knew absolutely nothing about, nothing but his name, really. james nicholson, also kaitlyn nicholson's son. he didn't know how he couldn't have known about this.. or why he didn't. he and kaitlyn had been young when it happened and tristan had just left for college. he had been gone only a short two weeks before she had called him and told him the distance wasn't going to work - even though they weren't really that far apart. apparently, that had been a load of bullshit. she broke up with him because she was carrying his child! it just made no sense to tristan. wouldn't the one thing she had wanted was for the child to grow knowing both parents? wouldn't she have wanted tristan to stay? it all confused the hell out of him and made him pretty mad to think about. he knew he had been a jerk to kaitlyn today and that he did feel bad about... but even now, he was still mad about the whole thing. not only that, but he was even mad about he found out.

----- tristan was positive that if he had not been on that court today, if james had not seen him, that he'd still have no fucking clue about his son. or even if james had seen him, and he and kaitlyn had come over to see tristan, if tristan hadn't of hinted around it.. would she have told him anyway? these were the questions swarming through his mind and exactly the reason he couldn't sleep. all he could think about was the day he had spent with his son and ex girlfriend .. granted, most of it was spent in the emergency room waiting on x rays of james' ankle - but it still made him realize how much he did still love kaitlyn and how much he wanted to be a part of james' life.. and how much he wanted them to be a family. he wasn't suppose to be thinking like that, though.. not at all. he had aurora, and she was pretty great. she was the girl to help him get over kaitlyn .. or at least, make him think that he had. she was the one that the family loved - she was the one he was suppose to stay with. but now, he had kaitlyn and he had a son.. and he wanted to be with them. so much that he hadn't even told kaitlyn about aurora.. not one mention of anybody else in his life. he had never once said he had a girlfriend, never once said he moved on... he even ignored the phone call he had gotten from aurora while he had been sitting with james' and kaitlyn. he knew that was terrible.. to be pushing aurora off to the side like that... she was suppose to be the one that he loved , she was suppose to be the one he spent quite possibly, the rest of his life with. but everytime he tried to see himself in a few years, all he could see was him and kaitlyn and james. being together, being a family.

----- sighing, tristan realized that sitting up watching tv wasn't doing much of anything for him, so he grabbed the remote and turned it off before heading up the stairs to his bedroom. he didn't bother turning any lights on in the process .. it was just up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom, heading straight into his bed. he hoped that at least there, he'd be able to get himself to close his eyes in the darkness... but all the dark room seemed to be doing for him was causing him to think even more. it was starting to get frusterating, the fact that he couldn't even be bothered to close his eyes and get a good nights sleep because of all the days events. but he knew if he laid there long enough, eventually his eyes would close and he would begin to drift into a sleep .. even if it didn't happen until hours passed. luckily, after laying there for about half an hour, the boy began to drift off into a light sleep, his mind seeming to clear as he did so - finally. after dozing for only a few minutes, he heard a knock on his door. groaning, he rolled over and looked at his clock - one fourty five am. he let out a sigh before pushing back the blankets and rubbing his eyes. he walked out of his room , down the hall and lazily to his front door. pulling it open, he was surprised at who he saw standing there ... at almost two in the morning. "ryles?" after his eyes adjusted a bit better, he could see that she had been crying and immediately, he knew that this must of had something to do with their father. "come here." he spoke softly as he pulled his little sister into a hug and closed the door.

----- if he thought he was mad before about the situation with kaitlyn and james, he only felt himself boiling even more over this. he knew that ryleigh was here because of their father - she had to be! why else would she be running to his door crying at this hour in the morning? now, he could only imagine what their father had done. tristan had always suspected that christopher valmont had hit ryleigh .. but she had always denied it and he never wanted to make it worse for her .. so he hadn't done anything. but standing there with her now, he wished that he had of. "what's wrong ryleigh?" pulling away from the hug slightly so he could look down to his sister, he brushed some of the hair away from her face and saw the bruises. immediately, he felt himself get more angry as the seconds passed. no one - absolutely no one would do that to his little sister and get away with it. "shit ... " it came out as more of a mumble as he examined his sisters head a bit closer. he knew he didn't have to ask. he knew that this hadn't happened to ryleigh on her way over.. this hadn't been some fight she'd gotten in at school, this had been her father - their father. "it was dad, wasn't it?" tristan sighed, "i fucking knew it ryleigh.. why didn't you tell me?" stepping away from ryleigh he walked further into his home and sat down on the couch in the living room - which hadn't been far from where him and ryleigh just stood. but he knew that if he stood by the front door any longer, he wouldn't be able to contain himself from going over to their fathers home and beating the crap out of him.

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[ryleigh malese valmont]

<sup>---- Ryleigh kept her gaze down as she heard the door creak as it opened, and she looked up at tristan as best as she could without moving her head. she didn't exactly know what her plan was here. she was hiding her face, but she knew he was going to see the bruises in a few minutes anyway so what was the point? she sniffled, her breathing still uneven but she was no longer hyperventilating. as her older brother pulled her into a hug, she let out a sigh. her hands were near her cheeks and she pressed her face into them as her brother hugged her, and she felt tears on her hands and that was how she knew she was crying again. she drew in a deep breath, and she felt her body shaking as she did so. she heard the door close behind her and she pulled away from her brother and looked down at her feet again. she drew in a deep breath and let it out, trying to calm herself. her stomach churned and she felt as if she were going to throw up. her head throbbed painfully and she was exhausted. all she wanted to do was take a hot shower and wash this whole night away, then go to sleep. a long sleep. sleeping was really the only thing she really wanted. to go to sleep forever, to never have to wake up in the morning and drag herself out of bed and start another day over. "what's wrong ryleigh?" tristan asked as he lifted her head, and she shut her eyes. she didn't really want to see his face, his expression, when he saw the bruises that were on her face. and that was just her face.. she was sure there were a lot of others all over her body. the salt from her tears stung her eye, which she assumed had a cut or something, because her tears wouldn't normally just sting her skin.

---- The fifteen year old tried to swallow past the lump in her throat, but didn't succeed. actually, she almost choked trying to force it down. she heard him mumble a curse, but she didn't say anything. she pulled away from him a little more and looked down at her feet again. what was she supposed to say? she had no idea. she couldn't tell him that he'd.. well she didnt know if he had! but she couldn't just tell him she woke up in her underwear. it's obvious what happened then, and she didn't want tristan to get hurt or anything. not that tristan couldn't take their dad. ryleigh didn't think he could, actually. they were about the same height, but their dad was a little heavier. not because of muscle though, more because of fat. she shuddered as she thought of her dad, and her stomach did a couple flip flops. she swore she could feel her heart beating in the pit of belly, all the way through her body, and she lifted her head to look at tristan. she sniffled, blood roaring in her ears and her lungs threatening to draw in a quick, shallow breath to cause her to start hyperventilating again. she swallowed it back just before he spoke again. "it was dad, wasn't it?" he said with a sigh. ryleigh crossed her arms with nothing else to do with them, and tightened as she pressed them into her stomach. she sniffled again, and suddenly drew in two short breaths and tried to calm herself again. before she knew it, tears were falling from her eyes again. she was a wreck. she looked down and all she could do was nod her head 'yes' because she knew if she tried to speak she'd end up sobbing or hyperventilating. why would her father even do that? what was the point? to ruin ryleigh's life even more? if that was even possible. her head pounded, sending shots of pain through it each time it did so. each time she inhaled, the air felt cool in her lungs even though it felt like it was going into her stomach. it calmed the vicious churning a little, but as soon as she exhaled it began again and it made her want to throw up. "i fucking knew it ryleigh.. why didn't you tell me?" he asked, stepping away from her and heading over to the couch. ryleigh shrugged, though she knew he couldn't see her. she hung her head and stared at her feet. she should have told him. she knew she should have. "i couldn't." she croaked, hoping she spoke loud enough. she would have whispered if he was still close to her, but he wasn't, and it took a lot of ryleigh's strength just to make her voice that loud. she shook her head several times over and whispered again, "i just couldn't."

---- She picked up her right foot and set it down in front of her, then her left, and her right, until she reached the couch that her brother had sat down on. she sat down next to him, a good amount of space in between them. she placed her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands. she could feel the tears streaming down the palms of her hands, as they were pressed against her eyes. she probably had mascara smeared around her eyes, because she hadn't taken it off when she had come home. not that she'd really had time, of course. she drew in a deep breath, though it shook and it sounded like it was a couple short, shallow breaths. she swallowed, not sure what to say now. what to do. should she tell him? what would he do? what would she do? she shuddered, though it wasn't on purpose. she knew that she couldn't lie.. at all. she was a failure actress compared to her twin sister, even if rosalie had been giving her little lessons on acting. mostly so she could lie, which was really for one reason -- their father. she doubted she'd need to lie again about her father, because tristan knew now. he knew. she came to his door in the middle of the night sobbing with bruises all over her body and, well, what else could it have been? "oh yeah, i was just hanging out and i couldn't sleep so i decided to come on over and on my way over some guy attacked me and beat the crap out of me." yeah, sure, that works. not. he'd see right through her, even if she came up with a really good lie. she wouldn't be able to carry it out. she sniffled, squeezing her eyes shut, though she was the only one who knew she did because her hands covered her face. how could her dad even think she was stupid enough to get pregnant at fifteen? didn't he know her well enough to know she wouldn't do something like that? and with trevor? no, it wasn't even possible! it didn't matter how much ryleigh cared for trevor, he didn't like her the same way she liked him, and that was that. she'd have to drop it and let it go somehow. she just wasn't sure how yet. if ryleigh and trevor are nothing more than friends, then she is obviously not going to get pregnant. oh.. god. no. no. no no no no no. she repeated in her mind. "no, no, no, no, no!" she whispered into her hands. it wasn't possible, no! if her father hadn't used a condom.. then.. she shook her head in attempt to shake the thought from her brain, but it stuck like super glue. she was going to be sick. she was. she could feel it. she couldn't be pregnant.. with her father's child. oh god. oh god. oh god. no, no, no, no! it was all she could think at that moment. all she could say. the only words that would come to mind, to her lips.

---- The small girl jumped up from the couch and ran past her brother, toward the bathroom, with her hand covering her mouth. she was going to be sick. oh god. the bathroom seemed to far away and her legs felt too weak to carry her, even though the bathroom was just down the hall. her head pounded and blood roared in her ears, blocking all other sounds out as she pushed the restroom door open and dove for the toilet, her stomach heaving just as she was over the toilet. it wasn't possible. no. she shuddered, she was disgusted with herself. with her father. with everything. she couldn't. ughh. her stomach heaved again, though she knew there was nothing left in it. she pulled back from the toilet and began sobbing as she leaned to her side and rested her head against the wall to her right. this obviously wasn't morning sickness, this was just pure disgust. her stomach did a few flips and she felt it begin to heave again, and she forced her head over the toilet. not that anything came out.. not that it mattered if she were over the toilet now, because she was only dry heaving. she leaned to her side again and rested her head against the wall. she felt disgusting. not just from the taste in her mouth, not from throwing up. that was only part of it. she felt terrible. her father had raped her. was it rape if she wasn't conscious? she shuddered, shutting her eyes and trying to block everything out. she didn't know where tristan was, he could've been right next to her or he could still be in the living room. she didn't want to waste the energy to lift her head and to open her eyes, and even if she had the energy to do so.. she didn't want to. she didn't want to see his face. she didn't know what he'd be thinking at this time, but really this wasn't what her mind was on. all she wanted was to shower and go to sleep. forever. never have to wake up, never have to explain everthing to tristan or anyone. she didn't want to explain anything. she just wanted to disapear. why couldn't her mother have taken her instead of rose? she would never wish the life she had with her father on anyone, especially her twin sister, but she couldn't help but think 'what if?' what if their mother had taken both of them, left her father alone here. she wouldn't have any of this. and it would be better, she was sure.





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[tristan james valmont.]

<sup>----- he didn't know what to do. his little sister was standing in his entrance way, beaten, tired - she looked completely awful. he wasn't stupid, he knew why this was happening. it was obviously something their father had done. how else could it have possibly happened? there was no other way. right now, he was completely furious at his father. it was something he had always suspected was happening - but to actually see it, to know for sure... it was sickening. not wanting to wake evelyn, he quietly shut the front door and walked past ryleigh into the living room sitting down on the couch, head in his hands. when he felt the couch sink beside him, he looked over at his little sister. "you could have ryleigh... i would have understood... you should have said something." he shook his head slightly. it was killing him to know what she had just gone through, what she had been going through for years now. then he heard her begin to say no and continued to repeat it. "what? whats wrong?" he really wished that he could see into her head now, find out what she was thinking - what was going on inside her head, causing her to begin to cry again. he watched her as she weakly carried her own petite frame down the hall and into the bathroom. he quickly stood up and followed after her, quickly peaking into averys room - making sure that he was still asleep and good thing that boy slept like a rock, because he was still snoozing soundly. he lingered at the bedroom door for a moment - it amazed him how his father could do that. after he became a father himself, he could never do anything that would hurt avery - he would give his life for that kid, he would do anything he could to make sure he was never hurt ... why couldn't their father be the same to ryleigh? tristan quietly closed the door to his sons room before heading back down the hallway and slipping into the bathroom where he saw ryleigh hanging herself over the toilet.

----- he took a deep breath before closing the door behind him and grabbing a face cloth before turning on the tap and wetting it with cold water. once the face cloth was drenched, he rang it out and slid down the wall to sit down beside ryleigh. he quietly sat there a moment, before speaking soflty, "here." he said, handing her the face cloth - he was sure she'd need it after that. he slowly wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her protectively closer to him, even though she was still sitting there with her eyes closed. "i need you to talk to me, ry. what happened exactly?" he spoke quietly, and calmly - a lot more softly then he had when they had been standing in the entrance way. partly for ryleighs benefit, and partly because he didn't want to wake evelyn or avery - he didn't want to make a scene. "at least tell me how long he's been... doing - this." he felt the blood rise to the surface of his face again as he thought of his father hitting ryleigh. anybody who knew tristan knew that he was protective of his family, his friends. ryleigh especially. it was almost as if ryleigh was some sort of a porcelain doll , he always thought of her as so easily breakable .. and anyone who would even try would have to deal with him. it went something like that, anyway. he sighed, "you're not going back there, ryles. you don't have to be scared of him." deja vu. he remembered one time, when he and ryleigh had been younger - their father had got into the alcohol and started screaming, at no one in particular, really. ryleigh had clearly been much more frightened then tristan, because she had ran into his room and stayed in there the whole night - he had hugged her and said almost the exact same words. he really didn't want to believe he'd have to say them again. "you can stay here. there's an extra room - its all yours." there was another pause before he continued speaking. "if you really can't do this.. talk about it right now, then you can have a shower and go to bed ... or something. but we will need to talk about it eventually." he rubbed her shoulder, looking for something in her face - something other then the complete sadness that had taken over her features.


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----- notes, ikr? its like, who is kaitlyn and james? and now this one - evelyn and avery? its suppose to just be bailey now, lolol.</sup>