A/N: So I decided to add to this story... not really sure where it's heading but let me know what you think!


Natalie walked outside of the school, staring at the snow. It was the type of day that was a cruel reminder that it still wasn't quite spring yet. The snow brought back flashbacks, it was the middle of March, so much had happened since, but she couldn't get that night from January out of her head. At the club, that guy who'd offered her a ride, she'd known she recognized him. How could she forget him? The second time was worse though.

"You need a ride?" He'd asked. Then later "Your boyfriend isn't here tonight?"

"No," Natalie had answered stupidly, too high to recognize the guy.

He'd shoved her on the ground and she could feel the cold snow fall on her as she gave up resisting.

"Help," She'd called out to no one in general, much like the time before, only this time Henry wasn't there to rescue her.

"Natalie?" Henry's voice called out, he smiled at her, running to catch up "I thought you were going to wait for me?"

"Sorry," Natalie feigned a smile and kissed him, jumping back to reality. Everything was fine. She had Henry again. She was safe "The snow just distracted me I guess."

He raised an eyebrow "You still talking to your mom?"

"Yeah," Natalie nodded "We're going to lunch this weekend actually. She's doing well with my grandparents I guess."

"Oh," Henry looked at her confused, trying to read her "You sure you're okay? Something seems wrong."

"I'm fine." Natalie lied taking his hand, causing him to give up the argument and walk her to his car.

Natalie stared out the car window as they drove to her house, she couldn't keep her gaze off the snow. But she tried to pay attention as Henry talked to her, she couldn't let him know what had happened, it'd gotten harder ever since the spring formal, ever since she'd stopped avoiding him. He wrapped his arm around her as they parked in her driveway and made their way into her house "You know I love you, right?" He asked as they stood outside the front door.

"Of course," She smiled kissing him "I love you too." Henry grinned as they walked inside.

"Hey Mr. G," He waved to Dan as they walked inside.

"Oh, hey Henry." Dan said distractedly, not looking up from a book he was reading.

"He's been on a reading binge lately." Natalie rolled her eyes taking Henry's hand and dragging him upstairs.

"So he won't mind us being in your room alone?" He asked following her into her room.

"Has he ever?" Natalie shook her head, she fell onto her bed exasperatedly letting out a sigh. Henry sat down next to her, leaning down to kiss her and soon he was on top of her. She didn't mind at first but as his hands slipped underneath her shirt her heart started to pound and she pushed him away.

"I'm sorry," He apologized blushing "I thought you were ready."

"Well I'm not," She breathed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... Are you okay?" He asked as now she was hyperventilating, her eyes watering. She shook her head realizing she had to tell him.

"Remember that night you found me in that alley and that guy was on top of me?"

His eyes narrowed "Yes."

"And how I asked you for a ride that next night, but then said to forget it? Then I wouldn't tell you how I got home?"

"Yes," Henry said bracing himself.

"Well that guy, the one I was in the alley with, he offered me a ride home that next night. I don't know, I guess I was too high or drunk to recognize him. Then he pulled me back to that alley, and…" She stopped, now crying "I don't even remember anything else. I just woke up in the alley and I caught this ride with someone, I didn't even know them but they didn't ask questions."

"Why didn't you call? I would have helped you. Why didn't you tell me?" He stared gape jawed "I mean, that must have happened more than a month ago. Why didn't you say anything?"

"I was scared," She admitted "about how you'd react. I was afraid you say I brought it on myself.

"Why would I…"

"You weren't exactly understanding the night before!" She sobbed.

"You should have gone to the police, something." Henry said, distressed.

"Do you really think anyone would believe me? Some underage girl at a club high and drunk? They'd say it was my own fault. Maybe it was."

"Never say that," He said sharply, he shook his head "I'll kill that asshole." He muttered.

"It's not worth it. I'm never going to a club again." Natalie told him "So chances are I'll never see him again. As long as I don't, I'm fine. I'll get over it."

But she did see him again.