---it's all going down.

[dylan jay matthews .]

I'M NOT GOING DOWN WITHOUT A
FIGHT.

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Dylan threw himself from his computer chair and instantly began looking for his shoes. This had gone far enough. He had heard some of the stories of Daphne's uncle and they were all scary. Even if Daph was telling the whole truth in those stories, it would escalate until she got hurt. Dylan couldn't have that. She meant to much to him. As he jammed his shoes on his feet, he pulled out his phone to text James. He remembered that picking him up wouldn't be efficient since Daph pretty much lived in the middle of them. Meet me there. He typed quickly. He was out of his house in three minutes and into his car, peeling out of the driveway. He could feel his anger and need to protect her washing over everything else in his head. Daph had told him countless times that he shouldn't let those emotions control him like they so often did. But now, she was in trouble, and he couldn't just try to control his emotions in a time like this.

The drive seemed eternal as he watched his speed. Dylan wanted to speed, he wanted to go at least ninety on these roads, but knew that getting pulled over wouldn't help his girlfriend at all. His hands tapped furiously on the wheel as Daphne's uncle filled his mind. That fucking bastard. If he hurts one hair on her body, I'll fucking.... Dylan knew he shouldn't be thinking these thoughts. He knew that the best thing to do was just to get Daph out of there with hopefully no confrontation. But that didn't change the fact that he wanted to give this guy a piece of his mind. That was mainly why he had drafted James to come along too. He wanted back up. He knew he wasn't a good fighter but knew that James would fight with all his energy for Daphne. That made a sick feeling sink down in his stomach. No, Daph was his girlfriend and James knew that. They were just all friends.

He pulled up to the house, turning his lights off so that he wouldn't be seen. He was just shaking with anger at this point. Trying to be quiet, he got out of his car and went around to Daph's window. He didn't see any sign of her. Her bedroom light was still on. "Daph, it's me." Dylan whispered softly, hoping to God that she would hear him and not her uncle. Where was James? Hopefully he would get here soon. It just now dawned on Dylan that he had no idea where they were going to go after he picked her up. Oh well, one step at a time. He continued keeping a watch both on Daph's window and the driveway, almost hyperventilating at this point.

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[daphne alivia collins.]

daphne looked at the computer screen, she seriously could not believe they were coming. She sighed slightly and ran her fingers through her hair and closed her laptop. She turned her head to look at the spot where her door used to be. She seriously could not believe he took her door off, I mean yeah her uncle was a little crazy, but taking her door off, who the hell did he think he was. She needed out even if it was just for one night. So making her way into the hall she grabbed her overnight bag and started shoving things in it. She made her way down the hall into the kitchen and stopped when she saw her uncle looking at her. She just needed her purse how hard could that be. Walking slowly she grabbed her purse from where is sat on the counter beside him and took a deep breath and was relived to see he hadn’t doesn’t anything yet. She turned to walk back to her room when she felt his arm grab her waist. She could smell the vodka, but she knew he wasn’t drunk, not yet.

she turned so she was looking at him, showing no fear not even in her eyes “did you want some, oh other than my door” she said. She heard the slap before she felt it. This was what Daphne did, she pissed him off, she wasn’t like his daughter, she wasn’t weak and he didn’t like it. As the pain seeped into her cheek she thought she would break into tears but she kept her chin up. He glared at her slightly “where are you going” she shrugged “no where really I just want my purse” she tried to break free not really caring if he got pissed off. She hated him, she hated her parents, and they left her with him. She felt his grip on her waste tightening and did what her father taught her, she punched the bastard. He didn’t let go but his grip loosened “let go of me” she said between breaths. She felt herself being pinned against the counter and then he was all over her, his lips where on her neck and he was breathing hard trying to get the fabric off. She pushed his so hard he tumbled backwards “do not touch me” she said and ran towards her room. But she wasn’t fast enough. He grabbed her again and she felt pain as his fist collided with her ribs, she gasped slightly but felt him back off “don’t you ever talk to me like that, young lady” he said and turned around and mad his way back towards his vodka.

daphne scrambled p and made her way to her to, her window was already open, and she could get out easy. But first she needed to go to the bathroom. She made her way in and seeing her reflection cursed herself, she had bruises all over her arms and one making its wake across the right side of her face from his slap. She took a deep breath and lifted up her shirt and gasped. Her left side of here body was red and beginning to bruise, and right at that moment she felt weak. She shook her head pulling her hair up into a messy bun then walked out and over to her bed grabbed her bag and purse and heard her name. At first she thought it was her uncle but since he didn’t follow her she looked towards the window she could make out a figure in the shadows. She got up on her bed and placed her hands on the window and pulled herself out trying not to let her cry of pain escape her lips. Once she was out she smiled at Dylan, she some how landed on top of him but it was still comfortable. She smirked “hey you” she said and kissed him softly pulling away and getting up. Pulling her bag over her shoulder she held him up since she pretty much tackled him down and looked around. James wasn’t there “where’s James” she asked looking back towards her boyfriend.
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status - finished!
words - enough.
apparel - here.
music - violent hill.
notes - sorry this suckss.

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[dylan jay matthews .]

I'M NOT GOING DOWN WITHOUT A
FIGHT.

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After a few minutes of staring at her window, Dylan saw Daphe's silhouette appear. Some of the weight lifted off of his chest. Just to see her was a relief. Now he started to wonder why he had gotten so worked up. He flashed his crooked smile up at her, watching her climb out. Before he knew it, she was kind of falling toward him and although he did catch her, they both tumbled to the ground. His arms automatically wrapped around her's protectively. As she was letting go of the kiss, he protested, trying to keep their lips attached. Of course it didn't work, it never worked. Daphne helped him up and saw her looking around. James must have not gotten there yet. Dylan was turning his head to look around for him when he caught sight of Daphne's cheek in the glow of the garage light. His hand automatically went up gently to her cheek.

"He hit you, didn't he?" Dylan asked, his voice soft but still a hint of anger. He couldn't believe this. It was as bad as he had thought. His eyes wandered down her body, checking for any other damage. He could faintly see her arms but the dim light hid the worst of the bruises. "Daph....". He could feel the anger rising in him. "I am going to kill that mother--" His voice drained away as his emotion got the best of him. He was never going to let Daphne go back in that house, ever. "Come on." He led her over to his car, hoping that James would get there soon. Her uncle would figure out soon enough that she wasn't there so they had to get out of there as soon as possible. Standing in the shadows of the car, he tapped his foot impatiently for James. Where was he?

He looked back at Daphne in the shadows, putting a protective arm around her shoulders gently. He just had to touch her. To know that that bastard hadn't broken her. "I'm going to get you out of here." He whispered, a quiver in his voice.

ooc: meh, kinda short.

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[james cartier vaughan.]

---- Love. It was something you could feel for a friend, a family member, or someone special in your life - like a significant other. Mabye your husband or wife, or girlfriend or boyfriend. No matter why , what , or who you felt it for, it was just a feeling that every human seemed to desire, or need in their lives. For James Vaughan, it could be going a little far to say that he still loved Daphne. Of course, he loved her .. as a friend. But was he still in love with her? He hadn't quite figured that one out yet. As a matter of fact, as of now, James didn't even like to question whether he was ever really in love with the brunette girl at all. He mostly hated to think about it because he never thought he'd ever get the chance to have her back his life again. Mabye and only if the time came where he would have that opportunity, then he'd put a little more thought into the love factor of his relationship with Daphne. From where they stood now, they stood there as friends - he stood there as her ex boyfriend and friend.. no love, nothing more. It's only what he continued to tell himself, because he knew that it would be wrong to go further in to depth with his feelings and put them out there. Not only was that hard for James to do - to express his true feelings, but his best friend was dating Daphne.

---- Then again, when it was put it that light, wouldn't James just be doing the same thing Dylan had done to him? In a way, yes. In another way, no. After James and Daphne had broken it up, it wasn't as if the feelings had gone away immediately. So when Dylan had asked James about dating her, he had wanted to tell him the truth - that he still had real feelings for the girl. But as always, James kept those feelings pushed to the back of his head and told Dylan to go for it. He had just never been good with his own feelings.. he could never understand how to express them. Not only that, but he hadn't wanted to spill them all out to his best friend. So he said he was over her - just like that. He lied, but he did it and now he'd have to deal with the fact that she was happy .. happy with someone else, but happy. Or at least, as happy as she could get with her parents and friend dead while living with that sad excuse for an uncle. When she had told James what had been going on, all that had happened - he had been at a complete loss for words. Being the first person - other than obviously, her immediate family, to hear something like that was rough. He hadn't known what to say at that moment in time... and to be quite honest, he still wasn't sure what to say to her when he saw her. All he knew was that he had to keep his mouth shut about it .. he was sure that Dylan would be less than pleased to hear that she spilled everything to him. But keeping his mouth shut had always been easy - remember.

---- In a way, he really hated that he was going to take Daphne away from her uncle. Not because he wanted her to stay with him - god no. He wanted her away from her uncle more than anything.. he just really hated that he was going to "save" her with Dylan. Because clearly, the only thing worse than hearing about them together was seeing it. But he was going to do it, and why? Because as much as he denied it - all the time, yes, he did still love Daphne. After finishing the chat with both her and Dylan, he shut down his laptop and pulled his shirt over his head, grabbed his car keys and was out his front door. It didn't take long to get to Daphne's house.. but longer than it would have taken Dylan. So of course, by the time he had arrived, he was there with his arm around Daphne. Surprised that her uncle still hadn't come outside yet, James parked his car on the street and walked up to where Daphne and Dylan were standing. Daphne was right when she said he wouldn't like what he saw when he was to see her - he didn't. She was a mess and yes, she looked pretty horrible. "Daph .. he did didn't he?" Mabye it wouldn't be completely obvious that he was referring to what she had told him about her uncle.. mabye not Dylan anyway.. but hopefully she would understand. Quickly changing the subject, he looked back down to where his car was parked, "I don't know about you guys... but I'm really thinking we should get out of here right about now." Because he knew that in only moments, Daphne's uncle would realize she was no longer in the house.. leaving him to come outside. And that, that probably wouldn't be too pretty.

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---- NOTES - this took me foreverrr.

[daphne alivia collins.]

daphne could feel that Dylan protested when she broke the kiss but she usually got her way with him. The thought put a smile onto her lips. Daphne liked that about her and Dylan’s relationship, he’d do anything for her and she knew it, which made her comfortable with him. He was a lot like James in that way, which is probably why James and her lasted for as long as they did. Daphne turned her head to look at her window, he’d notice eventually but not for a while, when he had enough of her he went to drinking, which was where he was right now, probably still in the same chair as he was when she scrambled out of the window. Shaking her head slightly. Her honey brown eyes shifted to Dylan’s face as he saw the side of her face. She wrapped her arms around herself in defense mode now, if they saw her side all hell would break out. She cringed slightly when she touched her sore spot on her side sucking in a sharp breath but then smiled up at him slightly when he caressed her cheek. She wrapped her arms around his waist hugging him then let go and just leaned there for a minute “I just fell” she said and shrugged like she did this all the time. Which if she weren’t lying would be the truth. Daphne was a bit of a klutz; her father always said she was born with two left feet. She shook that thought out of her head, the truth was they never found her fathers body, they found a mans body but she had gone to check and it wasn’t her father. Her mother on the other hand her body had been found.

daphne took a deep breath to try and steady her breathing; she was listening carefully now, trying to hear through her window if her uncle had gotten up, so far nothing. Daphne looked over towards Dylan “its nothing really, I’m a big girl, I can handle it” she followed him though, her bag hanging on her arm along with her purse. Daphne dropped her bags on the ground when they got to his car. She really didn’t feel like holding them while they waited for James. Daphne looked up at Dylan and shook her head slightly “I’m fine, really” she said with a small smile on her lips that didn’t reach her eyes. She leaned against him slightly as she waited for James to show finally she heard his car. they needed to get out of their and now, she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach and her bad feelings either meant that he was coming home, or he was on the move, and that was never good. She smiled at James slightly “h..” she was going to say hey well until he spoke firsts. She stiffened next to Dylan and wriggled out from under him. She sighed slightly avoiding his eyes and pushed herself up onto the hood of Dylan’s car. Her hand immediately when to her side but she dropped it quickly hoping they didn’t notice, “nothing happened … I fell” she said in the most steady voice she could manage.

daphne nodded at his Comment “I agree ... He’s drinking but he should be up soon” she said and slide off, well that was a waste of effort, she thought sourly to herself. She grabbed her stuff and opened the back door to Dylan’s car and put them on the seat then slammed the door shut. She looked over at James slightly; she was beginning to regret all the things she had told him. She had told him about her uncle, Dylan knew some aspects of it but he didn’t know how far her uncle went. He didn’t know that her uncle abused her sexually and she was hoping to keep that to herself, well and James now. She shook her head slightly, she was a terrible person for that but she just didn’t want to give Dylan another excuse to defend her. Daphne ran her fingers through her hair slightly finally looking down to se the dirt on her jeans. She was wearing her favorite pair of skinny jeans and her white tank top. She whipped the dirt off slightly looking over at James then at Dylan “so where are we going exactly” she asked with a small smile. Daphne knew she probably wasn’t convincing them, I mean ever since she got back from her vacation she had been, well to put it in good terms a bit of a zombie. James now knew why but Dylan still didn’t and she knew that was a horrible thing to do but she just didn’t want him looking at her in a different way because she lost her parents.

daphne looked from Dylan, to James than smirked slightly “well I know me and rose use to go to this one part at the beach, I think we still have our stash of liquor there if you guys are up for it, I know that both of you get drunk really easy but I don’t and I need fun” she said with a wink, reaching behind Dylan into his back pocket and grabbing his keys “and I also want to drive” she said with a small smirk. That sinking feeling in her stomach happened after she heard her phone ringing in the back seat of his car, slowly she opened the door and grabbed her phone, no caller id, which meant it couldn’t be her uncle, but that feeling it still was there, pressing talk she lifted the phone to her ear “hello” she whispered into it. Hearing his voice sent shivers up her back, quickly she pressed end “I suggest we get a move on’ she said not meeting their eyes, but making her way towards the drivers side of her boyfriends car “if he noticed I was gone he’s going to notice the three of us in from of the house” she said to them before getting in and turning the car on.
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