Damn. I needed a cigarette. Lucky for me, it was still early enough that Courtney was still doing her before dawn work out. Something about yin and shit. I don't know. I leaned up against the wall of the clinic and looked up. The sky was pinkish purplish. It was a nice distraction. Heather had passed out in my arms. It was probably a good thing, 'cause at that time- I was pissed. I had convinced myself that she had pissed all over me. Yeah, Didn't I feel like shit when I set her on the bed and looked down at the blood covering my shorts. My stomach tightened and I just knew I was going to hurl. I had walked out of there- actually pushed rather forcefully by the clinic nurse. So there I stood. Waiting helplessly to find out how bad it was. That's when I heard it. The most fucked up sound in the world. She screamed.

She screamed. Again. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I thought I was going to have to see the nurse. I looked around. With that loud of vocals I knew she must have woken someone up. I shoved my hand in my pockets, my fingers dancing around my lighter and pack. No. I couldn't at the camp. But damn did I want to.

"Duncan?" Oh fucking great. I looked over at Gwen with a frown. She rubbed her eyes and looked over me, her eyes catching on the blood stain. "What happened to you?"

"I got in a fight with a deer when I went to smoke." Yeah, I lied. Bite me. I grinned as I looked over her in return. She wasn't in the most perfect condition herself- especially the dark reddish purple mark on her neck. I pointed.

"What happened to you?" Her face turned red and her hand shot up to cover her neck. She glared at me.

"I burned myself with the curling iron." Yeah. She was lying. She looked behind me to the clinic.

"I heard someone scream." I glanced up at the clinic and shrugged.

"Yeah, me too. I'm waiting from a rabies shot- no idea who's in there." She glared at me. "Deer can have rabies." I frowned at her.

"Whatever, I'm going to bed." She waved me off and tromped on to the girl's cabin. I looked back to the tree line where she had come running.

"You might as well come out." I grinned as Trent came stumbling out of the bushes attempting to fasten his belt. He gave me a dirty look and ran to the other cabin. It was a good temporary distraction until- She screamed again. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I tried to settle the rolling of my stomach. Who the fuck would do something like that. Even if she was an evil manipulative hard core bitch- she didn't deserve that. No one did. The beating she got… fuck. I mean seriously, fuck. It was one sided- it had to have been. I opened my eyes and glanced down at the blood on my pants. I didn't want to know where that blood was from. I had blood on my shirt where she had set her head.

"DUNCAN!" Have you ever cringed at your girlfriend's voice? I did. Shit. Really? Could things get worse? I didn't want to deal with her at the moment. If I remain still and silent she won't see me.

"There you are." Fuck, that's right- that's t-rexs that's supposed to work on. What, do women have a six sense or something? Know when a man doesn't want to be found? I rolled my head against the wood to look at her. She grinned and bounced over to me- before she pounced on me I stuck my hands out to stop her. She frowned at me.

"I've got blood on me." Stupid. Stupid mouth. Bad. No. She blinked at me for a moment then looked at my clothes.

"You do." Her eyes grew wide and she let out a yelp- jumping back and dusting her hands on her clothes. "What did you DO!" Here we go. Crossed my arms and shrugged.

"I got in a fight with a deer." It worked once.

"Some deer." She snorted. She shook her head. "Why are you by the clinic?"

"Rabies shot."

"Deer can't catch rabies." She said crossing her arms over her chest and taking one hell of a defensive position. I closed my eyes and mentally counted to ten.

"Rabies is a mammal disease. It's spread through saliva and blood- deer are mammals that could have been attacked by something. Deer can have rabies, princess" See? I could be smart when I wanted to be. Watching her face turn red and the stutter that followed was golden. She needed to go away. So I smiled at her and set my hand on her shoulder.

"If you'll go get ready and bring me a change of clothes- we'll go sit by the lake and watch the sun come up." Her eyes widened. She grinned.

"You are secretly sweet, you know that."

"No I'm not. Now go." I said giving her a playful slap on the butt. She giggled and ran off. It was a good thing too. As soon as Courtney disappeared the nurse came out. She slammed the door behind her. I rolled around the side of the cabin and watched the nurse stare blankly out at the lake, her hand covering her mouth.

"Is Heather okay?" The nurse didn't notice me until I spoke. She looked at me with wide eyes. Her professional mask slipped back on pretty quickly. I watched as she finished the two steps over to me.

"You found her. Did she tell you who did that?" I shook my head. She nodded. She started to walk off but I caught her sleeve.

"Wait…what did happen?" I shouldn't have asked. I knew I shouldn't have asked but my stupid mouth doesn't listen to my stupid brain very much. The nurse looked at the door.

"She made me promise not to tell. Privacy and all." She shrugged trying to be as cool about it as possible.

"Bullshit. I've got blood all over me… I've got a pretty good idea what happened. " Still she didn't say anything. I found my temper boiling. "Listen, did what I think happen happen?" It made sense to me. Obviously it made sense to her as well. She looked at me and frowned. A quick nod of her head and she turned and left. That one silent nod- that proof that I was right was enough to knock the air out of me. My head started spinning and my legs wouldn't hold me. I slid down the wall and sat there. My hand started shaking as I closed my eyes. Then I heard it. Soft, muffled but still there. She was crying. Anger filled me then. Pissed would not do justice to how mad I was. I found my strength, I needed to get away. I needed to hit something. I walked into the forest- that I don't remember getting to. The word kept echoing in my mind. It was different before. Before I just guessed, assumed. Knowing makes a difference.

She was raped.

My fist hit the tree harder than I had intended. The fire broke through my hand but the anger was still there.

I rested my head against the tree and attempted to calm myself down. My knuckles were probably broken. They sure hurt like hell- if that was any sign. She was raped. Raped. That fucking word. There should never be that much blood. Never that much. Dammit. I was so screwed up that I started stuttering my thoughts. I had my share of sex. Raunchy, rough. The works. Sure some times there was blood. A spot or two. But for someone to have torn her up so much that her blood saturated my jeans…Fuck. I can't talk about it.