Chapter Three: The Question of 'Why?'

Fred's P.O.V.

Daphne! My heart cried as I saw her in the closed stall. She was curled up in a ball rocking back and forth as if she was scared.

"Daphne!" I shouted with joy. I went as fast as could to her. I held her close and rocked us back and forth while she cried. Daphne weaped her fear of the small fight a few minutes before. I looked down at her wrists. Blood.

"I didn't do it. I didn't do it. Freddy, I didn't do it!" I didn't understand what she meant.

"Daph, what do you mean?" I had seen her torn up before, but not like this.

"I didn't start the fight. It wasn't me. Please don't hurt me. Don't hurt me like He did please." She rambled and held her wrists to my face. "See? I did the hurting of me. Don't hurt me like Him. Please. It's not my fault! Freddy, it's not my fault!" I stared in shock and horror at her. This was not like Daphne. She looked up at me with pleading eyes.

"Daphne, I would-" he was cut off by a perimedic of Coolsville.

"Miss. Blake, come with me please." He said.

"No," Daphne responded. "You'll just hurt me."

Daphne's P.O.V.

"Either by force or will, you are coming with me," the man with brown hair and dark eyes told me.

"No," I stated again. He reached for me and Freddy didn't stop him. "Don't let him take me away!" I shouted to Freddy.

"It's for your own good," was all he said.

"Freddy, please. It wasn't my fault. He'll tell Him and then it won't stop! Please Fred!" The perimedic pulled me away to a stretcher outside the girls bathroom. "Freddy! Don't do this to me!" My orange hair got in my face as dried blood, from holding my face, and tears stuck to it. Why is he doing this to me? I thought he loved me. I thought he cared. Why doesn't he? What did I do? Why does he hate me now? I didn't do it...

A few hours later:

I laid in the hospital bed wide awake with bandaged wrists. I waited for someone to hurt me, like I always do. He would show up any minute and Fred wouldn't care. It is my fault. I did this. It's always my fault. He's right. I shouldn't exsit. I was an accident and a mistake. No one loves me. No one has and no one will.

Fred's P.O.V.

I paced the waiting room. They told me I couldn't go in to see her yet. "Don't do this to me!" Rang through my head.

She heard the shouts. She hurt herself because of me. This is my fault. It isn't hers. She needs to know that. "I didn't do it!"

I sat down and rocked back and forth until a pretty blonde nurse said:

"You can see her now." I apparently was crying because she wiped away a tear. "Follow me," I did. All the way down the hallway, second left, a door here, and then six doors down on the right. "Sir," she stopped me as I was about to head in.

"What?" I asked in a hurt tone. I needed to tell Daphne it was my fault.

"She's been diagnosed with a form of PTS because of her abuse. Make slow movements around her." I gave a quick nod and headed in. The room was purple, her color. Her orange hair was plastered to her face from just tears this time. I went to her side.

"Daphne, I'm sorry. It's my fault-" she looked at me with hurt in her eyes.

"You came back?" The question slipped out of her smooth lips.

"Of course. This was only so you could get better." I gestured to her. "This is my fault. I shouldn't have yelled or said those things to you."

"Then why did you?" Tears filled her eyes again.

"Because I wasn't thinking about you, I was thinking about everyone else and I was yelling at Allan for him being a jerk,"

"Did you tell Him?" Her eyes grew wide with fear. I lifted my hand to her face, she cringed.

"No, I haven't and I won't tell Him," I touched her burning face. She waited to be hit. I just stroked her cheek. "I'm not going anywhere without you. I promise." I said on response to the look in her eyes.

"You've said that before," tears streamed down her face.

"But this time Daphne, I mean it."

"Prove it," she said in a sad way. I touched her soft cheek and kissed her lightly. I pulled away.

"Not here. Not right this moment. But I promise, soon my love." She blushed heavily.

"I didn't mean like that Freddy." I leaned down and said in a huskey tone:

"But I do mean it like that," I earned a deeper blush. I lightly caressed her hip that was furthest away and pulled at the hospital fabric revealing her hip. She gasped as I leaned across her, touching her softly and kissed it then moved the fabric back.

She moaned. "Freddy, why? Why must you tease me?"

Last year, I said I wanted to have her completely but wanted to wait until we were married. Daphne was in shock that I wanted it but also wanted to wait. 'Til then, I tease her as much as she teases me.

"Because I love you," the look in her eyes was a forgiving look.

"I love you too." We were both 18, but we wanted to wait until after high school so we could live together. I had moved out of my dads place the moment I turned 18. He was so relieved and we haven't spoken since. Working after school everyday gave me enough money to rent an apartment not too far from school.

Daphne, on the other hand, has been saving every ounce of her allowance from her mother. Ever since her dad was sent to jail, her mother started to increase her allowance because she wanted it to make up for everything.

"After this week, we will live in the same house," I said to her.

"And then we can married and love with no worries." She finished.

Daphne's P.O.V.

He kissed my hip! I thought as Freddy and I talked.

My body ached from the deep pain inside my chest. "You should have listened to me!" Shut up you stupid little voice! The pain kept growing. I started to wince.

"Daphne, what's wrong?" Freddy asked softly.

"I hurt a little is all," I stated slowly.

"Daph," his tone was full of concern. "Tell me the truth," he stated.

"I might've fought the perimedic a bit..." My voice trailed off.

"What?" He shouted.

"Don't yell at me." My eyes watered.

"I'm sorry Daphne," he kissed my forehead.

"I kept trying to get up and he kept pushing me down," I looked away. "I think it's just a bruise."

"Just a bruise? Daph, how bad?" He asked trying to calm down. A slight blush followed shortly after the question.

"I- um." My face turned red. "My breast is bruised quite a bit," I said.

"That-" he stopped. "Why the hell did he touch your chest?" He roared almost.

"Freddy! Calm down! It's my fault!" I shouted at him and let the tears flow.