A/N:
This chapter hurt to write.
Goddamn it really killed.
I apologize for it being so short.
I couldn't handle writing anymore.
I'll make the next chapter better I promise.

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The memories flooded back. Behind my closed eyelids I saw that man, that guy. The scenes of that man who hurt me, had stared at me in such hunger, had made me black out, the screaming and the complete hatred I now held. I knew he was inside me in the scene and horrific screams filled my ears that I knew to belong to me. Jay had stopped but the visions did not cease. He had been completely clothed in a blue t-shirt and blue jeans. His penis was just sticking out the fly of his jeans. Although, I was not completely naked my perfect skirt was pushed up and my blouse unbuttoned.

He hadn't been gentle my skin was bruised from his force. That face though would haunt me forever. That gross goatee, those horrifying grey eyes that seemed black, those high cheek bones, the strong jaw line; the face I never wished to see again. That night I worried about what Spinner would say, how he would hunt the bastard down, and how everything would go so horribly bad. In real life I felt Jay trying to calm me, the shower was off, and my body was being wrapped in a towel.

I was not okay now, nor will I ever be. The man's brute force had held me down, had hurt me so badly. The taste of vomit filled my mouth; it was in the dream and in real life. The bruises felt as if they were reforming and the pain was unbearable now. Finally the man had stopped; he left me there though with nothing to feel. Sitting there in the silence with my tears was so horrible. I wasn't sure what to say, who to talk to so I sat in the room until someone walked in. I don't exactly remember who though. The brown curly hair, the whole horrified look, the pretty eyes, the masculine torso, the perfect hero it seemed. After that I blacked out but I remember waking up in a house.

The room was plain, the bed was soft, and the occupant(s) of the house were gone. Though I felt as if I knew the room, as if I'd been there before, and been in the person's arms before but not from such a traumatic experience more so as if a warm, happy experience. The persons face began flooding my mind. The man's beautiful face, then the deceit that soon followed; he lied, he knew everything that happened…

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A/N:
Who is this person?
This house she was in?
-Shrugs-
You tell me.
I sort of have an idea though.