Hi everyone. I have been playing with this idea for a while now. During my last story, someone pointed out that I am avoiding the hard parts of my stories, not writing them. So this is an attempt to improve my writing. It might have some similar plot points to my previous story but the intent is to utilize it to improve my writing and give something meaningful to the fandom.

Trigger Warning! This story addresses rape and the aftermath of date rape.

Please let me know what you think, I am really trying to improve my writing and story development.

Elizabeth Adams was broken. She lay naked and exposed on a stranger's bed unable to move. The stranger, she thought his name might be Kevin, was passed out on top of her. He was cold and stiff and completely uncovered. She couldn't remember how she got here. Her head was pounding head she slept with this guy? She only remembered having one drink at the party but clearly, she had gotten carried away. God her head was pounding.

She felt as though she might vomit. She tried to move but the man was heavy and trapped most of her body to the bed. She pushed harder using her free hand this time. That's when she realized he wasn't sleeping. She let out an involuntary scream.

A shirtless man with dark blonde hair burst into the bedroom "Kenny?"

Kenny not Kevin. Elizabeth's brain was spinning. His name is Kenny not Kevin and she was pretty sure that Kenny was dead.

"Oh my god is he dead? Are you OK? Oh shit! Fuck shit fuck!" Henry looked around confused and panicked. "What happened?"

The man helped her get out from under the strange dead guy he helped her dress before calling for another man probably a roommate. The other guy Brian entered the room and called the police immediately from the phone hanging on the wall.

Elizabeth felt as though she was having a nightmare. But the moment bile rose up in her thought she was reminded that this was real.

~~MS~~

The police questioned her extensively but she couldn't remember anything past her first drink.

Kenny had died from over drinking and she didn't even remember meeting him at the party that night before. Thus the police had kindly chosen not to charge Elizabeth with anything so long as you promise to stick around and if she remembered anything she was to contact them.

When she left the police station she found the brunette man from earlier waiting for her. "Elizabeth right? "The man asked remembering her name from the chaos earlier.

Elizabeth nodded, searching her brain for his name. "I'm sorry I don't know that I remember your name."

Henry smiled slightly, it was a crooked smile his eyes were filled with sadness. "Henry McCord I-I was his roommate."

Elizabeth searched his face. She couldn't read him, normally she was good at reading people. "I'm sorry! Where the two of you close?"

Henry shook his head. "No we actually didn't have much in common. He and Brian are on the basketball team and they have scholarships and I am in ROTC and I have a scholarship. I got tossed in with them to fill the extra room. Anyone with a full scholarship has to live in on-campus housing.

"I'm on scholarship too."

Henry looked the blond up and down. She was lean and seemed absolutely gorgeous despite the fact that she was hungover. "Athletic?"

Elizabeth laughed and a snort escaped causing her to blush. "Academic I'm a math major."

Henry smiled, "Sorry for assuming. I thought you might be a track team member. I'm Religious studies, glad to be in the company of a fellow nerd."

"Henry grinned a bit wider and somehow it made him look a little less sad, "Can I offer you a ride back to your dorm?" She had come to the station in a squad car, she would need a ride home. Or at least he hoped she would.

Elizabeth nodded shyly.

Henry grinned and motioned toward his beat up green Jeep. "Want to stop for pizza? I've got a coupon for free breadsticks? You've got to be starving it's almost 3 PM."

Elizabeth look surprised. "Wow no wonder I'm so hungry, But could we do pizza in my room." She had meant to say that differently. She had meant to say that she was hungover. That she might barf. She didn't wanna say it out loud but she might barf again she had done so at Henry's apartment but it was more understandable than that it would be in a pizza parlor.

He looks surprised. Was she coming on to him?

She felt mortified when she saw his face. "I didn't mean it to sound like that like I was seducing you. Today was totally abnormal, I don't usually sleep with random guys. Or any guy for that matter. He was the first." She whispered the last part.

Henry looked at her concerned, "Did he force you?"

Elizabeth looked surprised. "No. No. I don't think so. I was really drunk. I had had a really bad day I clearly just didn't make a choices last night." She paused, "I woke up in bed with a dead guy I feel like I should be freaking out a bit more than I am." She laughed nervously.

Henry shook his head, "I don't think there's a guidebook for this and if makes you feel any better I feel like I should be sadder than I am. I am sad, but not like I should be at least like I feel that I should be." He rambled.

They rode in silence to pick up the pizza and suddenly it was as if they were best friends she teased him about being a coupon clipper and he teased her about her mismatch socks.

Elizabeth's roommate had moved home only a few weeks into the semester after losing her mother to Huningtons. Elizabeth was sad but having lost her own mother she understood why Sarah had to go, so Elizabeth's room was empty. The pair transformed the empty desk into a table.

They ate pizza and discussed the Pythagorean theorem which thrilled Elizabeth immensely. They talked until well past midnight. Henry ended up asleep on what used to be her roommate's bed he woke up to Elizabeth screams on the hours later. His worst fears were confirmed when she recounted her dream to him despite the fact that he was nearly a perfect stranger.

Elizabeth Adams had been drugged and raped.

After that night they spent most days together. And every night Henry climbed through her window to avoid the RA and the no boys rule on the floor. There he would stay in the spare bed all to make sure that Elizabeth never felt alone.