No, I didn't call the guys. No, I didn't call the police. Who did I call? My mother. Why? If you were a 15 year old girl and you just got raped, who would you want to go to for comfort? Not your boyfriend, you probably don't want anyone male touching you for a while. Not the police, no real comfort there. You call the person who has always been there for you, your mother. That's why I called my mom.

"Hello?" A groggy voice said on the other line.

"Mommy?"

"Honey…! Where have you been? You never came home!" my mom said as she started waking up more.

"Mommy, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to let him get me! I- he- oh Mommy!" I sobbed on the phone.

"Rose, sweety, calm down. Tell me what's wrong, baby," I could hear my mother's concern and confusion on the other line.

"Mommy, I've been raped," I said in almost a sob filled whisper.

"Where are you? I'm going to come get you."

"I-I'm at the pawn shop next to Denny's," I said with a tearful hick-up.

"This isn't your fault, sweety. I'm not mad at you and I love you, so just try to calm down so when we go to the police, you can explain what happened," my mom said before asking me to give the phone to the owner. They exchanged brief words before hanging up. The pawn shop owner had me sit in the back and brought me some water. It didn't take long for my mom to get to the shop, and when I saw her, I instantly ran to her and hugged her.

"Mommy! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to let this happen!" I sobbed into her breast, slightly comforted by her familiar and welcoming scent.

"It's okay, baby. Come on, let's take you home so you can get changed. We'll call the police from there and get a doctor to look at you," she said lovingly. I continued to cry as my mother ushered me into her car. When we got home, I changed into some pajamas with short sleeves on the bottoms so the doctor could look at me. My mom called the police, then the doctor. But I'm guessing she called someone else after that, because she talked longer than I thought she would. Within about ten minuets, I had the doctor looking and cleaning my legs while I was talked to by the police about what happened. And after about 20 minuets of that, they left me with the assurance that the "rapest" would be caught and that nothing was infected.

After everyone left, I slept. I felt horrible- I was so scared that the soc would come back for more or worse, my friends would leave me. I was awoken by a gentle knock at my door. I sat up sleepily and called a "Who is it?" out to the knocker.

"It's your mother dear. I hope you don't mind that I called your friends and explained what happened. They're all here wanting to see you," my mother's voice said, slightly muffled by the door.

Oh. Shit.

Well… I would have to tell them eventually. With a sigh, I told her to bring them up. Maybe one fourth of a second later, the guys were in my room- either sitting around or on my bed or standing around my room looking at my stuff. I only saw what they were doing, I dared not to look at their faces.

"Are you alright, Ruby?" I heard Soda ask.

"What happened? Who do we have to kill?" Dally demanded, making me flinch and he was apparently hit for it.

"Please, Rose, tell us what happened," I heard Johnny beg gently. With a sigh, I slowly and somewhat painfully explained what had happened to me. Once I had finished, I looked up, gathering enough courage to see their expressions. I was extremely shocked by what I saw. None of them looked disgusted. None of them looked disappointed. None of them looked ashamed.

They all looked as scared as I felt and as concerned as my mother was.

"Y-You don't think less of me?" I asked, not sure if I was hopeful or scared. Probably both… yeah, definitely both.

"Of course not, Ruby. What happened to you wasn't something you could help. We've all been in that sort of place before," Soda said comfortingly. I looked at everyone, and I realized something. These guys weren't like my friends back in California; they had all been there. They had all felt that sort of terror that I had felt. They had all felt the sort of shame that I had felt. They had all had run ins with soc's similar to how I had. Sure, none of them had been raped (I hope) but they had all been in a place extremely similar, if not almost exactly the same, as I had. They really had been there.

I sobbed, bringing my legs to my chest so I could bury my face in my knees. No one touched me, they all understood that I probably didn't want to be touched. Not after that. Not for a while. They all sat there quietly in respect… or maybe in mourning. Maybe they were mourning the loss of the little innocence that was in the group. Maybe they were mourning the deflowering of their precious rose. (Pun absolutely intended.) I didn't know nor did I have the emotional energy to question it. I only sat and sobbed, feeling safe in the presents of my dear friends. My friends who had all been there.

AUTHORS NOTE: OMG, I am so sorry this is short. But seriously, this is hard to write without crying. And I'm sorry for the crappy title in the last chapter. Seriously, I was having a brain fart. But I am super thankful to everyone who is STILL reading this. I've started college, so it might take me longer to actually write anything. (Which is why I'm writing in the spur of the moment!) Keep reading!