OK so this wasn't exactly "fun" to write, let's just say! But I felt it was necessary to use the graphic details so readers would have some "idea" of what Alex is going through.

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So here is the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

Alex felt his hand on her hips and a tiny piece of her felt a jolt of fear. There was something…not right. He crushed his lips against hers and she reciprocated just for a second, taken aback, before he shoved his tongue in and she tried to push him off. His hands were firm on her hips and he held her small frame still with ease.

"No…Javier, no…stop now. Please stop." Her voice wasn't loud, but it was tinged with panic. He was acting so…weird. He pulled back and his eyes were crazed, wild and his breathing was heavy and fast.

"What's wrong with you?! Why are you acting like this?" Alex asked, confused and scared. He shoved her against the shed with a laugh, "I'm so buzzed!" he pronounced, shoving his hand up her top. Alex screamed and he took his hand out, clamping it across her mouth. "Shut up! Shut up Alex." He breathed. She bit his hand and he slapped her across the face so hard her lip split against her teeth and began to bleed. Alex started to cry. She had tried to be brave, but he was hurting her and she was scared and alone and she only knew that she didn't want to die on a beach in a foreign country away from her family, knowing that she had lied and cheated to even be there at the first place.

The idea to do a spell crossed her mind briefly in between him sliding his hand up her skirt and pushing his tongue into her mouth again, but she couldn't gather her thoughts fast enough to even think of what to do. She tried pummelling his chest, fighting back as best as she could, but he was so strong, and she was so little, and before she knew it he had got what he wanted, pushing her back against the shed with each thrust so hard it took her breath away and she could feel the bruises forming on her spine. Tears streamed down her face and she struggled to breathe, with his hand over her mouth hard enough to leave bruises. He shoved her again, hardest, moaning and stopped, his head resting on her neck, breathing hot and wet on her ear. She cried out loud, her legs buckling completely when he moved away from her, laughing maniacally again and suddenly sprinting away down the beach. Alex curled into a ball, crying into the sand, blood coming from her mouth and running down her legs. He had taken everything from her, and it was all her own fault. She cried for a few minutes, before shakily standing up and leaning against the shed, her forehead against the cool painted sides as she tried to compose herself. She moved away unsteadily, walking a few yards before she had to lean against a palm tree and throw up. She wiped her mouth, and wrapped her arms round herself before walking onwards.

A few minutes later, Alex opened her hotel room door with shaking hands and prayed her brothers would be asleep. She walked in, holding her breath so they wouldn't hear the muffled sobs coming from her mouth, and stood at the foot of her bed weighing up whether she was going to be sick again or if she should take a shower. She was about to turn and go into the bathroom when the lamp turned on and Justin, sitting up sleepily, looked at her. His eyes widened with horror at the sight of his sister – blood all over her legs and face, bruises forming on her cheeks, arms and legs, her skirt torn.

Alex stood there, frozen to the spot, staring back at Justin with a panicked look on her face.

"Alex, oh my god! What happened? What happened to you??" Justin was filled with worry, and he slowly began to get out of bed to approach her.

Alex tried to speak - "I…I was…the beach…I…" she stammered, before breaking down into painful cries, her legs giving way again as she put her hand over her mouth to try and quiet herself. Justin moved swiftly, getting to his sister before she hit the floor. She resisted him at first, holding herself stiffly as he awkwardly held her up, but he spoke to her quietly "Alex, shh, it's OK, I'm here. I'm here Alex," he whisper-spoke, and she threw her arms round him, crying louder and burying her head in his shirt, grabbing handfuls of it as she pressed herself into his familiar smell and strength and safety.

Justin stroked his little sister's hair out of her face, holding her tight.

His face twisted in anger, and he promised himself he would find out who did this, and whether he used magic and broke the rules or not, he would make them feel the same pain his little sister was feeling.