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TITLE:  Over the Rainbow  1/1
AUTHOR: dru 
DISTRIBUTION: Organized Insanity
(http://www.geocities.com/crazyevildru/index.htm),
otherwise ask me
RATING: NC17 for insinuated child abuse
PAIRING: Faith POV before being called
KEYWORDS: rape
DISCLAIMER:  Joss Whedon owns the characters. I'm just
abusing them for a while.
SUMMARY: Faith's POV before she was called. Insinuated
sexual child abuse but not in detail.
FEEDBACK:  PLEASE! It means SOOOO much! PLEASE PLEASE!
THANKS TO: the cast and crew of Buffy and Angel
certainly. 
AND TO: Evil Willow & my three bitches & the Drusophile.



	"FAITH!" She screams.
	"COMING!" I scream back and throw on another shirt,
cause I know he's home and I don't want him getting
ideas from seeing me in my tank top. I open my bedroom
door and walk into the kitchen. "What?" I ask.
	"I told you to wash these dishes; aren't you good for
anything, you little bitch?"
	"Sorry, I forgot." I say as I go towards the dishes.
	"Honestly, Faith, can't you remember one little
thing? Are you that stupid that you can't remember to
wash some damn dishes? After all we do for you?"
	"Sorry." I repeat. "It won't happen again."
	"It happens all the time." She snaps at me as I run
the water to fill the sink.
	"I try, Mom, I do."
	"Well try harder!" She yells. I know it's not
entirely her. He probably gave her that red mark on
her face for not having them done.
	"I will." I insist, but I don't really mean it. I
never do. I'm sick of this� I'm sick of being in this
tiny house with two psychos. I'm sick of my life. God,
there *has* to something better than *this*, doesn't
there?
	"I'm going shopping. Have them done when I get back,
Faith."
	"Yes, Mom." I say and close my eyes as I hear the
door close behind her. I can just feel his eyes boring
into my back, undressing me.
	"So, little Faithy didn't do her work." He says. I
just ignore him. Sometimes I think that if I ignore
him, he'll go away forever. And then there's reality.
	I feel his hand on my ass, "Do I have to teach you
some manners?" He asks as he slaps my ass hard.
	"No. Just don't feel like talkin'." I say, which *is*
the truth.
	"We don't have to talk." He says as he grabs me and
spins me around. I feel his tongue being jammed down
my throat and his hands squeezing my chest hard enough
to bruise.
	"NO!" I try to scream but it's muffled by his tongue
down my throat and his grunts of pleasure as he leads
my hand to his dick.
	"Oh yeah, Faithy, you whore, you want it. Your tight
little pussy wants my pecker. I know it does, just
like it did last night and this morning."
	"No." I say; but fighting is useless as he drags me
into my room, where there will soon be another blood
stain on my sheets that he'll spank me for later,
after she's yelled at me for not doing the dishes.
	I start to cry, which only makes him go harder�
there's gotta be something better than this, isn't
there?
	God? If you're listening, please send me over the
rainbow.


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AUTHOR: dru