This one was a bitch to write, but it didn't take long, surprisingly.

So I've decided to give sneak peek to everyone who reviews my story, just for a little motivation so I hope that is some push for you to review. :) I'm trying to write as many chapters and get ahead in my writing, so It shouldn't be too long between sneak peek messages. :0

Okay I'm out. Go ahead and read, I hope you enjoy.

Love,

Emerson.

"How are you, baby doll?"Kale's father iced in her direction, a disgusting smile taking over his lightly bronzed face making Kale want to throw up, though that could've been attributed to the baby in her stomach.

She didn't entertain him with an answer and cringed as the men who were holding her across from his large desk tightened their grips on her arms; there was no doubt there would be bruises in the shape of their fingers in the morning. She was currently in a back room of a sketchy strip club that she was sure her father owned and had been there for more than six hours waiting on the arrival of the great Vince Anderson, several buff men stood around, the smoke from their cigars floated around the area like ghosts, bringing back haunting memories from her past that were mostly caused by her father. "You never were the talkative kind, were you doll?"He snickered, pushed his clean brown/gray hair to the back of his head with a free hand; the other wrapped the handle of his hand gun. The presence of it scared her senseless, what reason did he have to kill her? Then she remembered, he wouldn't just be killing her, he would also be killing her innocent baby and Kale couldn't allow that.

"W-why am I here?"Kale stammered, her voice barely letting words out of her itchy throat. Vince let his eyes rake up the side of his gun then returned his gaze to Kale before setting the intimidating item down and licking his lips. "I've missed you."He admitted, surveying Kale's fit body with a smug smirk. Kale just gave him a screwed face expression, wondering if he was actually being serious. "What? A man can't miss his own daughter?"

That wasn't the reason she was confused, she knew she wasn't there because her father simply 'missed her'. He was going to terrorize her and Kale wasn't excited to find out how to say the least.

"C-cut it out, dad. Why am I really here?"She asked again, her heart beginning to race as Vince rose out of his chair and charged toward her. On his way there, she noticed the abnormal redness of his dark eyes; he was high on something and had no idea what he was doing, but that still was no excuse. She let out a whimper as his strong hand struck her across the face, turning her gaze to the black fuzzy rug underneath her and her two 'body guard's feet. Once again, Vince had made her ashamed to look at him; not ashamed of what disgusting things this man had done to her, she was ashamed to be in his presence. She had never felt good enough even though she had never done anything wrong. He was the person to blame for her sick state of mind.

"Didn't I teach you to talk to me with respect, Kale?"He spat at her, Kale almost fainting at the feeling of hot breath against the shell of her ear. "Your mother can't protect you anymore Kale."Vince snatched her away from the men, practically dragged her to his desk and bent her over it, wasting no time dropping the jeans to her ankles.

Kale wanted to kick and scream, but when she saw the terrifying figure behind her whip off his gray slacks in a quick motion, it was like everything inside of her froze. She felt like her brain was pressing on the inside of her skull at that moment and that was what was making her paralyzed. She thought about Kendall and something was wishing he would randomly burst through the door a send a bullet through Vince and his men's head, but she knew that wasn't feasible. As he entered her sex, she felt like a little girl again; that was when this first happened and she remembered feeling incredibly scared. The screams of bloody murder echoed through her head like a catchy song that she wished could've turned off, but she couldn't. Years and years went by and she had pushed the memories to the back of her head, but here Vince was bringing them all back to the surface again. The noises he was making were killing Kale as he thrusted back and forth inside of her, the men around the room just standing and observing. It was humiliating and sickening; how could anyone just stand around while a man took his own daughter's innocence? What terrible thing could've happened to them to make them feel like this was okay in any sense of the word?

Kale didn't make any noises, she felt as if she was dead and she was enjoying it-being dead, not being raped by her father. He wouldn't remember any of this in the morning, she was sure of it, her father had always done drugs until his brain was completely fried and woke up with nothing but a screaming headache the next day. What would she tell Kendall when she got home? Lying to him was almost impossible now that they were on the level of intimacy they had reached, she knew she would never be able to keep this to herself. Who could she tell that wouldn't just rat her out? She had no friends, Kendall had become her everything.

She hissed as he harshly pulled out of her sensitive area, tossing her to the ground by hair blonde hair and chortling as he watched her slowly pull up her pants. "You're worthless now. You may leave."He ordered, securing his belt before walking to his desk and pulling out a cigar, one of his men willingly lighting it for him. Kale lay motionless for a second before willing herself to get up, trying to push the issue of pain out of her mind as she sprinted out, shielding her eyes from the naked women swinging around the metal poles and the variety of different men who were hollering and throwing money at them.

Once she was out, she squinted at the bright streetlights contemplating where she could go and be welcome at this hour. She thought about the rose garden and how she hadn't watered it in a while, but Kendall had given her strict instructions; No rose garden for now. Instantly, it was like a light bulb went off in her head, Carlos.

She picked her heavy feet off of the ground and began running and never stopped until she arrived.

She stood outside the door to Carlos and Logan's apartment for a good twenty minutes, wondering if she could in fact trust them with this overwhelming news. They had no obligation to her; she was a charity case, they were Kendall's friends, not hers. Why was she bringing this upon them? Kale knew she had to get it out to someone before facing Kendall and Carlos was her only option at this point, so she manned up and placed a soft knock on the door, biting her bottom lip as tears began to stream down her sweaty face.

"I'll get it!"She heard the Latino yell from the other side of the door before the sound of a few footsteps and the clicking of locks turning. Carlos became present in the doorway, a large smile pressed against his face. He was dressed in his slightly bloodied paramedic uniform, only thing missing were his sneakers. His facial expression dropped once he saw Kale, worry finding its way into his deep brown eyes.

"Kale! What's the matter?"He asked, wrapping his muscular arms around her. The small blonde found comfort in the soft material of his shirt, letting herself let her tears loose into the fabric as she sank into Carlos. "I don't want to tell you in the hallway."Her words were muffled by Carlos's skin, but he understood her and didn't hesitate to lead her to the couch.

"Does this have to do with Kendall?"He inquired, pulling herself away from Kale's body. He scanned her face for any clues to what had happened, but all he saw was fear and worry.

"Babe, who was at the door-"Logan stopped his question as he realized that he and his fiancé weren't alone, his smile turning into a frown upon seeing Kale's upset demeanor. "What happened? Did Kendall do something? Did you two get caught? Is the baby okay?"He began to fire off questions, stopping only when Carlos put a hand up. "Let her talk, baby."Carlos whispered, returning his gaze to Kale's. She tried to regain her breath as Carlos rubbed his soothing hands up and down her shivering arms, send shocks up her spine filled with love and care. It was what she needed right now.

"M-my dad s-sent some m-men to t-the h-house and they took m-me to o-one of strip clubs a-and while I-I was t-there, he r-raped m-me."She stuttered through the entire sentence, the tears were making it hard to speak coherently. Carlos pulled her back into him without another word, watching as Logan took a seat on the other side of her and began to rub her back. "Did he hit you anywhere near the stomach?"Logan asked, his doctor instincts coming through instantly. "He didn't hit me in the stomach. He just slapped me and through me on the ground."Kale explained, the memories hitting her like a ton of bricks. It had happened just an hour ago, but it still hurt, it would always hurt.

"Do you want to stay here tonight?"Logan's offer shocked both Kale and Carlos, but he shook off both of their reaction and let her know through his eyes and soft pats on her back that his offer still stood. Kale shook her head. "No, I really just want to be with Kendall right now. I needed to tell someone about this."She lifted a quivering hand to her eye and wiped away a tear. Carlos eyes widened and Logan just kept his mouth shut, knowing his significant other would express what they were both feeling.

"Does that mean you're not going to tell Kendall?"The boy asked, brushing a hair off of Kale's damp face.

She sighed. "No. I can't. He'll hate me forever and I can't lose him or this baby."Kale explained the emotions were beginning to take over her completely.

"Babe, you can't keep this from him. This could help in your case. Kendall's trying to put your dad away and this could help!"Carlos tried to make light of the situation, but ultimately failed.

"There's no evidence. Even if there was, it's probably destroyed by now. Kendall would believe me, but the court might not and there's nothing I can do about it. Can one of you please just drive me home?"She sweetly asked, her voice fading out with every addition to the sentence. "I'll take her, baby. Can you make me some tea to drink for when I get back?"Carlos asked, watching as the black haired boy stood up from his position on the couch. "Of course hon." He quickly bent down and pressed a loving kiss to Carlos' lips before rubbing Kale's back a final time. "Call us if you need anything, okay?"Kale nodded at him before he disappeared into the bedroom he shared with his lover.

"Let's get you home."Carlos announced, holding her hand tightly as the two began the journey to Carlos' silver Mercedes G 463.

They drove to Kendall's house in complete silence, Kale just shut her eyes and let her body be soothed by the numerous cars speeding by and the sounds of shouts and conversations in the distance. Her hands moved slowly across her stomach, trying to connect with the growing human inside of it. She wanted to tell it that she would never let anyone treat it like she was treated as a child. She'd always be there for it; she'd try to be the mom her own mother was. Supportive , loving, protective: all amazing traits wrapped up into one amazing woman. It made her sad that she would have to wait nine months to tell it these things in person, but she was more than willing to wait that long.

She opened her eyes when Carlos stopped the car, realizing that they had arrived. Her eyes perked up as the beautiful scenery, the townhouse was glowing under the city lights, it was almost like a safe haven floating above the ground pleading for her to come inside and be loved. She couldn't wait to be in Kendall's arms again and feel his lips. He was the only thing that could make everything bad was away.

"Have you changed your mind about telling him?"Carlos asked, making sure that no one was pulling up behind him as he started the conversation. Kale shook her head. "Maybe later. I just need him to accept me right now. Thank you for being there for me."She whispered, smiling weakly at Carlos in the driver's seat. "Anytime darling. If you need me, just call."He pressed a kiss to her drying cheek before watching her climb out and walk to the door, deciding it was okay for him to leave when pushed it open with ease.

Kendall was stationed on the couch in an off white t-shirt and flannel pajama pants, eyes fixated on the flat screen TV which wasn't on, long legs propped up on the coffee table, and lanky arms folded across his chest. She was scared out of her mind to approach him, but she had to. She needed him now more than ever.

She stepped closer to him, legs like jell-o under her as she finally arrived in his peripheral vision. It felt like ages when he finally turned his gaze up to her face, his cold eyes sent chills down her back.

"Where have you been? It's eleven o' fucking clock."His voice was emotionless and he seemed lifeless and unapproachable.

"A-at Carlos and Logan's. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. They needed my help with some wedding stuff."She explained, slightly relaxing as Kendall's demeanor softened. "Come here."He stretched his arms out, pulling Kale's down into his body and pressing his lips against her's with all the love in the world. "You had me worried there, babe."He chuckled, staring into her eyes, reading into her very soul. "I'm sorry."Kale simply answered wrapping herself around Kendall's warm form and sinking into the everlasting comfort he gave her. "Come on, let's get you to bed."He whispered, attempting to move and pick her up so he could carry her into the bedroom. She stopped him, pressing him back onto the couch cushions. "Can we just stay here? I just want you to hold me."Kale requested, squeezing her eyes shut as she waited for his answer. He simply rested his head on top of her and pulled her closer and both of them let the other's steady heartbeat sing them to sleep.