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Disclaimer: I don't own Rent. Very sad

Turn This House Into A Home

Chapter 3: Us

Lily POV

I walked into the bathroom to change, my head spinning with all kinds of thoughts. I stopped abruptly when I saw my reflection in the mirror. God, Travis did this to me, I thought sadly. I looked worn and scared, my skin was pale and covered in now fading bruises. My dark brown hair was limp and I was so skinny. A knock interrupted my thoughts.

"Lily, um are you ok in there?" Marks nervous voice called. I wanted to smile, he is sweet.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I pulled at the bandage around my head, carefully unraveling it and forced my fingers through my hair. Uh, I want a shower. I pulled on my clothes and walked out of the bathroom. Mark smiled and motioned for me to follow him. We walked down the hall where Roger, Mimi, and Collins were waiting.

"Lets go bitches!" Collins playfully swung his arms around Roger and Mimi. Laughing we left the hospital. It was starting to get dark out, I sighed enjoying some fresh air.

"So Lily, what do you do?" Mimi asked nicely.

"I'm a painter, I've always loved the arts." I smiled at her. "You?"

"Really? That so cool, I'm a dancer myself." She smiled.

"What about you, Roger?" My gaze went to him.

"I started a band, we do a couple gigs a week." His hand laced with Mimi's. I turned to Collins.

"I am a professor, but I usually get bumped for my theory." He smiled brightly.

"Theory? About what?" I asked confused.

"Actually reality." He replied amused, a true anarchist, I giggled then turned to Mark.

"What about you Mark?"

"Oh! I'm a filmmaker." He said "I usually carry my camera with me everywhere." We laughed a little. I opened my mouth to talk but Roger cut in.

"By carry, he means glued. Its his baby! I'm surprised that camera survived this long."

"Hey! I'm very careful!" Mark joked back adjusting his scarf. We kept talking as we picked up my prescription, then began toward the loft. They were all such great people. Slowly, I was getting more comfortable around them. I shivered, Mark quickly took off his jacket and put it around me.

"Thanks." I smiled pulling it around me, inhaling his scent. I blushed meeting his gaze. His eyes are so blue.

"No problem." He smiled studying my face. We arrived at the lofts and ascended up the stairs. Still joking and laughing, I almost didn't see it. A reddish brown stain on the stone floor. My blood. I shook noticeably.

"I-is that…" I stopped unable to go on. My fault. They were all silent.

"How 'bout you guys go on with out me," Mark spoke out. I didn't look up, still fixated on the stain. I heard their footsteps as they left.

Mark POV

"Lily?" I cleared my throat. She jumped slightly and looked up at me. Tears already running down her face. I hesitantly took a step to her.

"It's all my fault. He's been doing this for months! I should have stopped it when he started drinking! I could have avoided this! All of this! Fuck!," She cursed loudly.

"Its not your fault. You really don't believe that," I tried to reason with her. "Lily, you-"

"HE RAPED ME!" She cut me off sobs escaping her lips now. I pulled her toward me, she just collapsed into my arms. "…and I just laid there and took it." I let her cry into my chest for several minutes.

"Shh, its going to be ok. Your safe, your safe. You have us now. Me and Roger, Mimi, Collins, even Maureen and Joanne. The police put him away, Lily…..and he's going to be gone for a long time." I tried my best to comfort her. She started to calm down. "Hey, if your feeling up to it. We were going to the Life Café tomorrow then to one of Roger's gigs. Do you want to go?" I left a reassuring smile cross my face.

"S-sure, that sounds n-nice actually," She looked up, I started wiping tears off her cheeks. We stood up and I kept a hold on her arms. She was still shaking as we walked up the stairs. "Here we are." She broke the silence looking for a spare key.

"Have a good night, I'll come by around 1:30 tomorrow." She nodded.

"Good night." She said, I turned to go up the stairs when she stopped me. "Mark, wait!" She pulled of my coat and went to hand it to me.

"Thanks," I took my jacket and she got closer to me. Her face came closer to mine as she planted a light kiss on my cheek. "…for everything." She smiled and turned, entered her loft and shut the door. "Bye."

"Bye…" I breathed walking up the stairs in a daze. I could still feel heat on my cheek were she kissed me. Entering my own loft, Collins, Mimi, and Roger were sitting on the couch. It got silent when I walked in.

"How is she?" Collins asked. I shrugged slightly unsure of what to say.

"We heard…" Roger said.

"I figured. She just need some time I guess…..we should…get to bed now." We all headed toward our rooms. I got into bed, my thoughts turned to a certain brunette, as I fell asleep. Lily…

Next day-Lily POV

I woke up the next morning feeling a lot better. I took my pain meds and walked into the bathroom. My bruises were almost gone. I felt a giddiness take over my stomach as I jumped into the shower and scrubbed my hair a body. Much better. I took forever to decide on an outfit, I choose a long sleeved purple fitted shirt, with a modest v-neck, and a nice pair of jeans. I added a small touch of make up to hide the rest of my bruises, put my shoes on, and grabbed my warm black coat. A knock at the door rang out.

"Hi" I said a little excited to Mark. I noticed he was carrying a camera. I hugged him quickly.

"Hey, ready to go? The others are downstairs." I nodded putting my keys into my pocket. We began to go downstairs. "How was your morning?" He asked.

"Good actually. You?" I smiled. I have a feeling this is going to be a good day.

"Great, I'm glad you decided to go with us." He beamed.

"Yeah, me too."