A/N: Hello I'm back after a long break from writing. I have been inspired to write a story about Kitty and Ryder from Glee. Their experiences are based on what was told to us in the Glee series, as well as personal experiences and experiences of close friends. There are lots of mentions of sexual abuse/assault. It is something that never leaves so I thought to make it more of a part of their lives. Please review!

Ever since I've told Ryder about my sexual abuse it has been like a wound I tried to hide for so long had been re-opened. Like a bandaid had been ripped off. It was bleeding everywhere and my mind couldn't handle it. My mind was foggy and my eyes were constantly filled with tears. At school I became 10x bitchier to try to mask this immense pain. I was walking down the hall, head high, when all of the sudden I felt a tap on my shoulder and jumped.

"Oh sorry Kitty," Ryder started, "I uh, I was wondering if you'd wanna hang out again. Dinner was cool and-"

"No" I said, starting to turn around before he ran in front of me.

"Wait what?"

"I said no. Is there a problem with that?"

"No, I mean yeah, I mean no but I just really wanted to-"

"Then fuck off!" I sneered, trying to turn away.

"Kitty, you're the only who understands this weight I carry around every day. This hurt, I just need to talk to someone it's eating me alive please if you'd just-"

"Fine. We can talk at my house. I'll take you after school."

"Thanks Kitty I really appreciate-" he started as I walked away. I had to be cold in order to stay numb. Otherwise my tears would've flooded the hallways.

After school I walked to my car where I saw Ryder waiting for me. Oh god, I thought. How am I supposed to talk about this again, or even to listen to him without falling apart. How am I supposed to be strong and put together? I felt my hands shake as I walked to the car.

"Hey Kitty!" He said.

"Hey" I mumbled, unlocking the car. I put on some music and we were silent the whole drive home.

I opened my bedroom door and we sat on my bed. There were a few minutes of silence.

"Alright you were so eager to talk, are you gonna start?" I said in a rude tone.

"Woah Kitty, you need to stop being so defensive"

"What?" I gasped. "I don't need advice from you, loser!"

"Kitty, for real." He said softly, putting his hand on mine. "Can we just talk and be real? We've both been through this." There was a pause. "I just- I can't get it off my mind." He said so softly.

"Me either," I responded, even softer, ashamed to have even given Julie's brother any thought. Ryder looked into my eyes, and his soft, sad eyes were all it took to break me down. I started sobbing.

"Kitty are you okay?" He asked, "I mean is there something I could do?"

The tears wouldn't stop. It was like a river from my eyes. I fell into his arms.

"Shh it'll be okay Kitty," He mumbled into my ear. "No one will ever touch you like that again. No one will ever hurt you like that again. You're safe with me." I gasped for air, I grabbed onto him, anything to make this hurt stop for a moment, but it continued to spread throughout my whole body. My entire body ached with sadness from the boy who touched me in sixth grade.

"Safe with you?" My voice trembled through the tears.

"Yes, you are safe with me. And I am safe with you." He spoke, kissing my hair and holding onto me as if he'd never let go.