"Avril?!<span style="font-style: italic">AVRIL?!</span>" She felt a pair of rough hands shaking her body all over the small twin bed.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">ARGH!! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?!?!</span>" Avril screamed as she threw the pillow over her head.<br/><br/>"It's 4:45 am, which means it's time to get up. As. In.<span style="font-style: italic">Now.</span>" The assistant shook her awake.<br/><br/>"What are you?! The boss of me or something?" She sat up groggily, propping up on one hand and shielding her ice blue eyes with the other.<br/><br/>"Basically." The cocky assistant smirked.<br/><br/>"Bull. I'm the boss of me. Deal with it." She spat as she placed her full weight on her legs and rubbed the eyeliner from the night before out of her eyes.<br/><br/>"No. I'm the boss of you.<span style="font-style: italic">You</span>deal with it." The assistant got down in front of her on the bed, practically straddling her with his hands on his knees.<br/><br/>"Um, back. Away." She pushed herself backwards.<br/><br/>"No." He leaned in forward, and she could feel his hot breath caressing her face. She didn't like that feeling.<br/><br/>"Back up, now." She stated shakily.<br/><br/>"Why so shaky, baby girl?" He cocked his head to the side.<br/><br/>"None of your bui-" Avril cut off as the memories hit her again.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF"><span style="font-style: italic">She had been asleep. She was eight years old. She had gone to bed praying that night that he wouldn't come home drunk again. Maybe he wouldn't hurt her this time. <br/><br/>As she dreamed like eight year olds do, he stumbled in the house that night. He nearly knocked down the front door, staggering in from another night with Captain Morgan and Jack Daniels. She didn't hear him come into the house, but she did hear him splinter the door to her bedroom.<br/><br/>"Come here, girl. Come help your daddy out." He slurred. She backed away.<br/><br/>"Please, daddy, not again!! Why do you hurt me?? Daddy, why?!" Her cries got more nervous as he ripped the covers back. "Daddy, no, DADDY!!"</span></span><br/><br/>She was ripped out of her nightmare by the sound of high heels clomping on the cement floor. He tried to scramble backwards so the new Director wouldn't realize what had taken place, but Avril could see it was too late. He was screwed. Good, she thought to herself.<br/><br/>As the new Director took care of him, she leaned back against the wall, heart hammering. She knew exactly what nightmare she would be reliving that night. And she also knew how she would momentarily make herself forget. She wondered how long it would take the Director to finish. She secretly hoped it wouldn't take too much longer. She had so much to release, and not much time to do it in. She silently prayed that the razor blade was still under the pillow where she left it a couple of nights before...