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She put her head against the wall, hurting it at the same time. She rubbed her head, as she called in sick to the school, and got Tommy to take the triplets for the day. Once he had dropped them of, he came back into the apartment and slid down next to her. "What wrong Gabs?" he said, wiping her tears. "Daniel got me drunk last night, and we did it, i feel so used." "Gabrielle Mason, if there's something used or ashamed about you, that's our father, not Daniel. I know Daniel's a bastard." Tommy said, kissing her on the forehead. "If you're gonna stay home from school, at least get a little sleep, okay?" she thanked him as he left her apartment. Her mom called, and she almost didn't answer it. "Hi mom." she said, trying to stifle the tears. "Honey what's wrong?" she asked, as Gaby's stepfather moved around to the phone. "I don't wanna talk about it, just ask Tommy." she said before hanging up. She called her godfather, who answered immediately. She had just called him yesterday, so he knew something was wrong. "What's the matter Gabybear?" he said, trying to sound calm. She shuddered, not breathing from crying. "Um, Daniel got me drunk, and we did it. He didn't wear a condemn and i sure as hell wasn't on a pill." she said, bumping her head on a rusty nail on the wall. She got up to get a towel, wet it, and put it against her head as she slid down the wall again.

"It would just be easier to get a restraining order on him." she said to Henry, her godfather. He sighed into the phone, thinking. "Well, then he couldn't see Lizzie, Hannah, or Dani-" "He never sees them anyways." she said, sniffling. She wrapped the towel around the back of her head, blotting the wound. "Well Gabs, I got to go, Benny is calling me, and you know how she gets." "Yeah, i do, bye." with that, she closed her phone, and bumped her head against the wall yet again. She rubbed it, as she sat on teh couch. She curled up in a blanket, tears falliing down the pillow. There was a hard knock at the door, and she opened it, thinking it was one of her friends. She closed the door on him, but he kept his foot in the way. "Go away Daniel." she said, sitting on the couch. "What, you didn't have fun?" he said, sitting on the other couch. He had a look of concern. "You're such a faker you bastard." she said, standing up. "You're just a bitch who's lost a real guy." he said, slapping her. He pushed her to the floor, kicking her in the stomach.

She watched as he slammed the door, holding her stomach. She stayed there on the ground, wincing every time she tried to get up. She looked at her stomach, which had a long, bleeding bruise on it. She removed the towel from her head, and put it on her stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. She found the first aid kit in teh kitchen, and through much pain, she wraped teh bandage around her middle. she sat in the middle of floor, now bumping her head against the floor. She screamed, throwing her head to the floor, until it hurt too much and she passed out.