Jett sat, nervously, on Rachel's couch as she sat in a chair adjacent to him. He thought her home was a little quaint and it reminded him of one of the set houses on New Town High and he felt even more uncomfortable.

Rachel looked a lot like Carmen, but only a little bit mature. Her face defied her age because her smooth, dark brown skin without a hint of a wrinkle on her 35 year old face. He still didn't understand that phrase 'Black don't crack', a phrase Carmen had used when describing her older sister, but he assumed it had something to do with her skin.

"Jett…I'm not going to lie…this is hard for me. Seeing you in person and not on T.V. or in a magazine…it's hard. You look so much like him…Derek, I mean."

"I know…" Jett said as he held his head down in shame and Rachel scoffed and that caused him to look up and stare up at her.

"Hey, don't lower your head like that. It's not your fault you're related to him. I know it's not fair for you, but I still don't…trust you. I know you're a good guy from what Carmen has told me. I scrutinize all my sister's boyfriends, but that's me being an older, protective sister. Though, I have to admit…I'm judging you a little harsher than the others…"

"I'm not Derek…I would never hurt Carmen. I…I care about her a lot. But she won't let me and I don't know why…"

"You're supposed to be the enemy. That's why she can't stand your ass. You're the brother of the man who raped me and she feels like she supposed to hate you. I know how she feels. I want to hate you, but I know that's not fair or logical right now."

"What happened that night? Please tell me…" Jett pleaded as Rachel let out a long sigh as she shifted in her chair. "Derek won't tell me and all he does is dodge the subject."

"I'll tell you. I've prepared myself for this. Carmen told me what she's told you, so I'm just going to extend on that…now, when I tell this story, I don't sugar-coat anything, so if it gets a little intense, don't hesitate to stop me…" she said before taking a deep breath and exhaling before recounting her rape for Jett…

"Shut the fuck up, bitch! You think you're too good for me?! Huh, is that it? You're a fucking nobody!" Derek said as he pinned all his body weight on Rachel.

"No! Get off of me!" Rachel screamed, but the music in the club was so damn loud, she doubted people heard her. The door was closed to his V.I.P. area and if there were people outside, they were most likely too drunk or too high to know. She found her hands pinned above her head by one of his hands and the other was under her dress pulling at her panties. He settled between her legs and gripped her legs so hard in an attempt to pry them open. "Stop! Don't! Get the fuck off of me!"

"I said shut up!" Derek said as he slapped her again. He ripped her top of her dress and began massaging and squeezing her breasts hard. She wanted to move, but his body weight was too heavy and her coordination was a bit off. "You stuck up, black bitch! You think you're too good for me?!" he said before he placed a rough kiss on her lips. She wanted to bite off his tongue, but he pulled away. "You're lucky if you get a part in my friend's next porn vid. You tease me and tease me all fucking night, but now, you don't want it. You're full of shit! You know you want this! I know your type…" he said as he unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear. He shoved himself inside her and she screamed, but it was cut short by another brutal kiss. She tried to scream and curse him out, but it only came out muffled when his free hand covered her mouth.

"Get…mmmph!" Rachel tried to yell, but she couldn't. She tried to ignore Derek Stetson's disgusting pants and groans of pleasure in her ear as he raped her. She felt as if she could barely breathe and she hated that she couldn't fight back.

"You flirt and fuck your way to the top…then, you drop all the people who've helped your irrelevant ass! You're a fucking whore! Doing everything and anything and…anyone to have your big fucking break. Fuck, you feel so fucking good…" Derek murmured as he panted into her ear. Rachel knew he was going to come soon and she closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable. "Fuck!" he belted out as he came and Rachel was relieved it was over. "Fuck…" he said as he panted into her ear as he attempted to catch his breath.

"When he left…he told me to not tell anyone and he threatened to mark me as a Hollywood reject…I guess he made good on this threat…"

"I'm so sorry…" Jett said as he cried. He couldn't control himself and before he knew it, he was sobbing with head buried in his hands.

"Don't you dare cry! You man up and you deal with this. You weren't the one raped. I didn't get as strong as I've have just so you can cry in front of me."

"I just…I don't understand why he would do this! Why?" Jett asked as he stared up at Rachel. She was crying, but her tears were silent.

"I'm a Molotov Cocktail of history of mysteries…provoking your perverted curiosity…" Rachel said and he looked confused. "Those were song lyrics Carmen wrote when she was 17...three years after my rape. Here…" she said as stood up and went into a back room. When she returned, she had a piece of paper in her hand and she handed it to him. Jett saw very poetic words and phrases. "She was writing a song about my rape. At first, I was angry with her. I didn't want her to write that song because I thought she was being insensitive. I mean, I blamed myself. 'I shouldn't have worn that dress.', 'I shouldn't have flirted with him.', 'I shouldn't have gone into that V.I.P. room alone.', but…it was his fault. He couldn't control himself."

"I'm sorry…if there is anything I could do…" Jett said as Rachel sighed and stared at him with the same look of pity Carmen was prone to have when she stared at him.

"Jett, you didn't rape me. I don't understand why you feel the need to atone for your brother raping me the same way I don't understand why Carmen feels the need to feel angry enough to want revenge. You two weren't involved. You just happen to be related to the two people who were. I believe Carmen when she said you're a good guy, so be that good guy. If you want to be different than Derek, then…be different." she said and Jett nodded.

"Honey, why is there a limo outside?" asked a man as he walked into the house. He had short brunette hair and bright blue eyes. He looked confused until his mind registered who Jett was and he began to get a little angry. "Are you alright, Rach?" the man said as he walked over to Rachel and she stood up and hugged him. Jett also stood up. "What? Are you here to buy us off? We don't need your money! And don't you dare hurt Carm…"

"I'm fine, Eric. Jett and I were just talking. He wanted to know about the night I was raped. Apparently, Derek hadn't told him what happened. I was just telling him that I'm stronger now. Especially with you…" Rachel said as she turned to Eric and kissed him and he held her tighter. She turned back to Jett. "Is that all you wanted to know?" she asked and Jett nodded before he left. He rushed to get back to Carmen because he needed her.

Meanwhile, in Jett's apartment, Carmen was taking a nap on his couch when she heard the door open, but she thought she was dreaming. When she heard the creak the chair made when someone sat down in it, she smiled and was opening her eyes.

"Jett," she said but screamed and bolted up when she saw Derek with a smirk on his face.