A/N: Hey, long time no see! I am so sorry for the lack of updates but I hope that having a week of straight updates will repay. Here's the first of seven!

Chapter 4: Panic

She backed into the wall, head turning side to side looking for an exit. Her father could be heard rounding the corner. She snuck into her room and locked her door. She ran to her bed and hid herself in the blanket. This wasn't happening, this CAN'T be happening. Her thoughts were interrupted when her father pounded on the door. She was trapped. He stuck the key into the lock. She began to whimper audibly. Her father lifted the cover and smiled widely. "Tonights the night I've been waiting forever for. You're finally mine!" She began to sob as he undid his belt buckle. He stripped completely within a matter of minutes and she sobbed harshly as he began to undo her pajama shirt. She tried to defend herself but her attempts were futile and her pants were removed. She tried to escape his grip before he could remove her underwear but he was too strong and he had no trouble taking them off. She looked away as her lined himself up with her. He entered her and she screamed loudly. She had never experienced something so painful. He was shaking her roughly and she begged for him to let her go but he continued to handle her roughly. Someone was screaming her name from a distance and she screamed at them to help her. Please god help her. She screamed as she woke with a start.

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Wes looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 3:05 am. Why the hell had he woken up at 3:05? He looked around and saw that he was surrounded by his extremely drunk friends. They had all drunk a staggeringly large amount of alcohol the night before, besides him and Blaine, who did not want a repeat of the last time he drank. Blaine was currently asleep in his second floor bedroom nursing a severely intoxicated Kurt. The rest of the warblers were in Blaine's basement where they had passed out after the party. It was then that he heard the cause of what had woken him up. A high pitched scream sounded from directly above him where Blaine's sister Ainsley was sleeping since her room was next to the bathroom and she didn't want to hear Kurt throwing up the entire night. Wes decided to check it out since Blaine was an extremely heavy sleeper and nobody else would be waking up anytime soon. He slipped past his drunken friends and began to make his way up the stairs to living room. The sight that met him broke his heart. Ainsley was thrashing around on the couch sobbing her heart out. When he realized she was having a nightmare, he tried to shake her awake but it only seemed to scare her more and she started pleading for him to stop. He immediately stopped shaking her and called her name. She screamed for someone to please help her so it was apparent that somewhere in her dreamlike state she was hearing him. He continued to call her name and she finally woke with a start. She began crying in earnest and Wes gathered the small girl in his arms and rocked her back and forth until she began to calm down. He had always felt a connection with the girl that was just as strong as the one he had felt with Blaine. It was killing him to see her break down like this.

"A, what was that nightmare about," Wes asked gently. He wanted to know what had caused the girl so much pain and fear.

Ainsley looked up at him hesitantly but she knew he could be trusted and began to tell him the story of what had happened when Blaine went to Dalton.

"It started off as insults whenever I mentioned Blaine's name but it escalated quite quickly," Ainsley started quietly.

"It became more and more intense every time Blaine came home from Dalton. It went from insults to slaps and kicks. After that he started locking me in closets and when he decided that wasn't enough…," she paused to collect herself before starting again. "he started umm…exploring me s-sexually. At first, it was just kisses against my will and touching me in…places but than h-he started looking for more." She looked back up at Wes with tears running down her face. He noticed that her breathing had sped up a bit but thought nothing of it since she was upset.

"He raped you, didn't he? That's what your nightmare was about wasn't it," Wes said, voice full of disgust. Ainsley nodded and she began to sob again. Her breathing had caught Wes's attention again. It was much worse than the last time. She seemed to be having a panic attack that was worsening by the second. He decided it was time to get Blaine involved and scooped her up, carrying her quickly to her brother's room. She realized where he was taking her and looked at him with panic filled eyes.

"You c-can't t-tell him. He'll b-blame himself and it's n-not his f-fault," she whispered in between panicked breaths. He agreed with her just to shut her up because talking had made her breathing even worse. He quickened his pace as she began gasping desperately for breaths. He pushed open Blaine's door and set Ainsley gently next to Blaine on the side Kurt wasn't currently occupying. Wes set to the task of waking Blaine up, which wasn't hard tonight because Blaine knew his boyfriend could needed to be taken care of. He was confused, however, when he looked up into the face of his best friend.

"Wes, what's up? Is it Kurt? Is he okay?" Blaine asked frantically.

"No, Blaine, it's Ainsley." That was enough to wake him up and he noticed his little sister struggling to breathe.

"Oh, god! Ainsy." he said jumping into action. He came over and lifted her into a sitting position and sat behind her. "A, listen to me. Try to copy my breathing okay? In…out…in…out...in...out. Shit, it's not working. Wes, can you run into her room and grab her inhaler out of the drawer of her nightstand?" Blaine asked the warbler councilman who nodded and raced out of the door to grab it. Blaine realized his sister had tears running down her face and wiped them with his thumb.

"Shhh, honey, you're alright. You're fine. Wes is gonna bring you're inhaler and you'll be fine," Blaine said trying to comfort his trembling sister. Wes returned with her inhaler and Blaine breathed a sigh of relief. He gave Wes a thankful smile and removed his self from behind the younger girl.

"Ains, do you want to do it or do you need me to do it for you?" he asked her gently.

"Y-y-you," she choked out. He nodded and raised it to her mouth. He pressed the top down providing his sister with a puff of medicine. She breathed as deeply as her aching lungs would allow her to. She coughed painfully and her brother pressed down on the inhaler again. Tears trailed down her face as she tried to get the medicine into her lungs. Wes grabbed her hand and kneeled next to the bed. She took one more dose of the medication and it finally began to take effect. She slumped back into Wes's awaiting arms. He embraced her in his strong arms. She was still crying slightly out of the pain and stress of it all. Wes wiped the tears and realized that Blaine was whispering to the girl but he had been too focused on her recovery to notice. He tuned into the conversation.

"A, can you tell me what triggered the panic attack?" Blaine asked softly.

"Just a nightmare," she sniffed. Wes knew from the look on his face that Blaine suspected it was more than that but he didn't say anything. He just pulled his sister into a hug and was glad that she was okay.