The morning came after hours of laying in that bed. I hadn't moved yet from where Harkins had left me. I felt like I had lost myself. I didn't get out of my bed that morning, I just laid there, until finally around noon there was a knock at my door.

I tensed as it opened, holding my eyes tightly shut, I was naked and curled into a ball on my bed, my cheeks soaked with tears as I hid my face in my chest under my arm's. As I hid myself in the darkness behind my eyelids I heard a gasp as someone rushed to my side, and a hand was placed on my arm.

I screamed.

The physical contact caused all of the memories of the night before to come flooding back in, I screamed and wailed.

"Bulma its me! Its Neil, your ok!" I didn't listen, I was lost in my nightmare.

"Your safe now darlin!" I still screamed and flailed.

"Bulma please calm down! Oh Prince! Here help me" I heard him say Prince was here, and I stopped screaming for a second but continued to sob as I curled up more trying to hide.

"Darlin, look Prince is here! We're both here to help you hun, please calm down."

I opened my eyes finally still curled up, Neil was so close to me, he looked so worried that he could have a heart attack. And than I looked over his shoulder and saw Prince standing behind him, he wasn't looking at my face he was looking over the whole scene.

I saw his fists tense up, I thought his hands were going to bleed with how hard he was balling them up. And than he looked into my eyes, I think he could see how broken I felt inside because his expression changed from enraged to pained. Like it caused him physical pain to look at me right now.

"Little miss… can you tell me who did this to you?"

I was shocked, how could Neil know? Than I realized that this had been my first time… Harkins had taken me, and left the bloody mess… when I realized how exposed and obvious I was I began to cry even more but this time I buried myself into Neil. I needed the comfort of someone who cared.

The big worried man held me close in my weakest moment, as my tears continued to fall. He wrapped my blanket around me and continued to let me cry. Eventually my sobs began to cease and I felt a hand on my shoulder that I hadn't felt before, I looked up to see Prince looking at me.

As I gazed at him, I felt Neil shift away from me a bit. "Darlin do you want to go take a shower?"

I turned to face him, I was scared, I didn't want to be alone anymore, I wanted to stay here with them.

"Prince, would you mind helping young miss here to the showers? I don't think she wants to go alone."

Bless you Neil, he always knows exactly what I'm thinking.

Prince nodded and offered me a hand, I tightened the blanket around me with one hand, and slowly grasped Prince's hand with the other. He than helped me up gently, I felt so fragile and weak.

"Here are some clean garments for her afterward, and go ahead and put up the 'Closed for Cleaning' sign in the female showers alright? I think she'd rather not have anyone walk in there right now" Neil said as he handed Prince the clothing. He just nodded and than put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in close to him, I felt so safe in his arm's. Like the horrible world could never touch me again.

As we walked I began to wonder, when did this distant cold guy become so concerned for me? Just yesterday things had been they way they had always been, we still technically had never even hung out, and now here he was taking care of me after the second worst night of my life. Well whenever it happened I was incredibly thankful it did..

As we approached the showers Prince left my side for a minute to check that the room was empty. And for just that one minute that he was away from me I became terrified, worried that at any moment Harkins was going to appear and take me.

As soon as Prince emerged from the showers I immediately clung to him, and hid my face in his chest. I was still to scared to be alone.

"Want me to go with you?"

I froze. Did he just speak? Did Prince just speak.. To me? I stared at him for a moment… He did just speak to me…

"…Please…" I broke the silence I had kept since my parents had died.

He didn't seem phased by me answering, he just nodded in comply and took me into the showers.

He stood outside my shower back against the door of my stall so he wasn't looking, though I wasn't shy about being naked in front of him, he had already seen me naked in my room, no I was ashamed at what I was now, what had been done to me.

I was disgusting.

And the tears came back, although they were lost with water streaming down my body. My cries weren't lost though. I fell to my knees unable to stop it, I hated myself more now than ever before.

The water just flowed over my crumpled form as I wept, than I heard shuffling and the door opened behind me but I did not turn, I didn't care…

Until I felt strong but gentle hands come down and wrap around my waist to lift me back up on my feet, but even though I was up the arms stayed firmly wrapped around me. My face still in my hands as I cried, than I felt Prince lean his head against the back of mine.

A sudden feeling of safety and comfort washed over me as Prince held me close like that. Here I was at the worst I could possibly be, and he still wanted to be close to me.

Maybe I wasn't so disgusting…. Or useless… Maybe not if Prince wanted something to do with me.

As I stood there in Prince's arms I realized he had moved one of his hands from my waist and I looked down to see his hand grabbing the bar of soap, and I realized he was starting to rub me down with it. He was here washing me, because I didn't have the strength to do it myself.

As he scrubbed down my right arm he stopped and brought my wrist up to his face to examine it. Harkins had left bruises on them. I turned away ashamed, but my eyes blinked open as I felt him kiss my bruises, and shortly after he did the same with my left wrist.

Prince than finished rubbing me down and rinsed off all of the soap. All this was done from his original position behind me, one hand never leaving my waist, which I had eventually clasped my hands around. He never grabbed at me or even gawked at me, he did this all with respect and compassion.

Finally Prince's presence left me for a minute to shortly return, and wrapped a towel around my wet form.

"Now dry yourself, I'll bring your clothing." he was a man of few words, but they were not spoken as demands, they were soft.

As I began to dry myself off, I couldn't get his voice out of my head. It was so deep and gruff. His words were strong, but seemed to have the rare ability to be spoken with compassion and concern. It was a very rare type of voice.

I looked up as I finished drying off and he was turned away from me… even after bathing me he was still doing his best not to make me uncomfortable. It was incredible how respectful this supposedly crude and angry young man was towards me.

"Ok.." was the second word I had spoken in so long. I had the towel back around my body as he brought me my clean new clothing, and once again took his place outside of my stall, but this time I saw that he was also changing, back into the clothing he had taken off, other than his boxers which were now officially soaked.

After we were both clothed and dried, I grasped his arm as we made our way out of the showers and back to my room. I felt so much better after the amazing shower, and so safe now in his company that my exhaustion from the night before finally washed over me as I began to stumbled and fell to the floor.

But I never hit the ground, before I knew it Prince had already stopped my fall and looked at me, his eyes full of new concern, I fought to keep my eyes open to look at him "I'm ok… just exhausted…" I spoke, still hard to do after being quite for so long.

Prince just nodded and lifted me into his arm's. He carried me back to my room, but I was out long before we reached it.