The sunlight beamed down on the floor of the room where Hillary lay in the bed wide-eyed, while Daniel slept. Hillary didn't sleep at all the night before. She lay wide-eyed all night, scared, silent tears streaming down her face. She clenched the blanket over her tiny frame. She had bruises on her arm, from Daniel holding her down. Hillary wiped tears from her eyes and looked around. She realized she was in Preston's bedroom. It was a neat put together room. She heard noise come from down the hall. She clenched the blanket tighter, scared. The door flung open; there was a small lady, in her late forties standing in the doorway. She looked wide-eyed at Hillary. She looked questionably at Hillary who lay still and stared at her scared.

"Please, get dressed and leave," The lady said. Hillary figured she was Preston's mother. She looked over at Daniel. His eyes were still closed. She was scared to wake him. She got up and let the blanket fall from her. She slipped her clothes from the night before over her body. She pulled her tank top over her head. It didn't cover the bruises. She didn't want anyone to know that she was stupid and got raped. She looked around for something to cover the bruises and when she couldn't find anything, she became more scared. She let her hair fall from her, pony tail, hoping her long hair would cover the bruises. It did. She let out a small, thankful sigh.

Hillary picked up Daniel's clothes, and stood at the foot of the bed. She shook him slightly, scared that he would be mad at her for waking him. When he didn't move, Hillary thought of leaving him there and leaving on her own. But she shook him a second time, and he finally made communication. He grunted and opened his eyes.

"What are you doing?" He asked. Hillary didn't answer at first.

"Pr-Preston's mom, came up and said we needed to leave."
"Bitch." Hillary wasn't sure if he was calling her that or Preston's mother that. Daniel lay still for a moment; eyes closed, and then got up. Hillary gave him his clothes and turned her back to him. When he was finished, he turned Hillary to look at him. Hillary looked at him, a scared look on her face.

"What's wrong?" He asked her. He doesn't remember, Hillary thought in her mind. That bastard doesn't know he raped me.

"You-you don't remember?"

"Remember what?" He answered annoyed.

Hillary stared at him, almost in awe at how he couldn't even remember the horrible thing that he had done, "You-you…Daniel, you raped me," She said.

"Did not," Daniel said mad, like Hillary was lying. Hillary moved her hair from her forearms, to reveal the dark bruises.
"I didn't do that," He said still annoyed and mad. Hillary didn't care anymore. She was scared, but he needed to know what really happened.

"Yes you did. You raped me. You wouldn't let me go!"
"You lying bitch, I did nothing whatsoever to you!" Hillary shook with sobs. He knows what he did, he just won't admit it. "I'm sorry, I called you that." He whispered. He pulled Hillary into a hug, and Hillary just stood there, crying with his arms around her, wanting nothing more then him for him to stop touching her

Hillary and Daniel exited the Preston's home hearing Preston's dad yelling at him through the entire home. Hillary walked to her car, and opened the drivers seat and was about to get in, when Daniel stopped her.

"No, let me drive." Hillary was afraid to say no to him, so she handed him her keys and she walked to the passenger side, silently slipping into the seat. He pulled out of Preston's driveway and onto the main road. Hillary clenched her hands together, tightly. Daniel looked over at her.

"I'm sorry, for what I did," He said giving her an apologetic smile.

"You raped me," was all Hillary said.

"Please, don't tell anyone, what I did to you. My parents would kill me and I'd get sent to live with my grandparents in Ohio. Please, Hills? I know what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have gotten drunk and did that to you last night. I made a mistake. Can't you just let me slide? Please?"
"Let you slide? For raping me? Giving me bruises? The last thing I'll do for you is forgive you."
"Please, just don't tell anyone." Hillary looked at him, and he turned his head back on the road.

"I won't tell anyone." He gave her a smile and Hillary looked out the window.

When Hillary got home, she went straight to her room and shut the door behind her. She lay down on her soft bed, happy to be away from Daniel. Hillary closed her eyes, exhausted.

After three hours, Hillary woke up. She lay with her eyes open staring at her purple ceiling. She thought about last night ; how everything happened, how he changed her life forever. She lay still for a couple more minutes then decided to go to Lori's house. She got up from her bed and opened her bedroom door and walked down the narrow hall that led to her kitchen. She saw her mother, Holly, standing in the kitchen, over the stove.

"Hillary, sweetie, dinner will be done soon," Holly smiled up at her daughter.

"It's okay, mom, I'm not hungry. I'm going to Lori's house and I'll be back in an hour."
"Alright, honey, wear a sweatshirt." Hillary did as she was told, and put a sweatshirt on. She picked her keys up from the counter and left her home.

Hillary drove silently, with the radio off. Every minute or so, she'd look in the rearview mirror, expecting to see someone following her.

"No one's following you, Hills, don't be silly," She reassured her self. She drove silently, until she got the Trager home. Hillary parked her car on the street and walked up the driveway. She rang the doorbell and Josh opened the door.

"Hey Hillary," seventeen-year-old Josh said.

"Hi, Joshie, is Lori home, or is she out with Declan?"
"She's up in her room, go right on up." Josh stepped aside, so Hillary could walk past him. Hillary walked up the stairs and heard Lori playing her guitar.

"Knock knock," Hillary said appearing in, Lori's doorway.

"Hey, Hills." Hillary walked through the door and sat down next to Lori. "What happened to you last night? You went upstairs and never came down."
"Nothing," Hillary lied.

"You're lying, I know something happened. What happened?"
"I'm not lying, Lori. Nothing happened."
"Okay," Lori smiled. "So, what's up with you and Daniel?"
"I'm breaking up with him."
"Hillary! You do this every time! Every time you're in a good relationship, you have sex with the guy and then you break up with him! It's like a full circle Hillary! You keep going round and round!"

"Don't judge me, Lori, you don't even know what happen!" Hillary said defensively.

"Yes, I do know, Hillary, because you always do this."
"He raped me! Did you know that, Lori?!" Hillary shouted. She hid her face in her hands and began to cry, harder than she ever had before.

"Oh, Hillary," Lori said. She pulled her friend into a hug. "I'm sorry."

"I don't know what to do. I said I wouldn't tell anyone. I'm scared, Lori. I'm scared." Lori didn't let go of Hillary.

"Hillary, I'm sorry, for snapping at you. I'm going to kill his ass." Hillary pulled away and looked at Lori,
"Please, Lori, don't tell anyone."

"Hills, you have to tell someone. He deserves to go to jail! See what he did to your arms!" Lori yelled pointing at the bruises on Hillary forearms.

"Please, Lori, please. Do this for me." Lori shook her head at looked at Hillary.

"Fine. I promise, I won't tell anyone."
"Thank you." Hillary gave a small smile. The first smile in twenty-four hours.