Chapter 10 Family

Cake insists that she helps me walk home. No matter how much I said I wanted to go to her house just to get away from Gumball, go to her house with the kittens. She said I shouldn't run away from my problems, advice she took from our father no doubt. Not that I blamed her, our father was a very wise man. We walked back to my house, being stopped left and right by tons of people. Asking if what Gumball was accused of was actually true. Some of them said they suspected it, but also respected our privacy. Some people said they heard me screaming, but while others said they were oblivious to it. I bet some of them just felt guilty, not coming to my aid when something terrible like that was going on. So they acted like it never happened, the screaming, telling me if I needed anything they'd all be happy to help. Even Flame Prince stopped me to see if I was okay.

"Fionna, is what the vampire said true?" asked Flame Prince worried about me. I ignore him, not wanting to talk about it. It wasn't just him I pushed away, it was just about everyone but Cake who wanted to talk about it, but Cake asked close to nothing. She didn't need to, she knew now, and she knew when I wanted to I would talk to her about it, so I didn't have to worry about her always badgering me into telling her what she already knew. Gumball raped me, Marshall Lee said it when just about everyone in town was around to hear about it. Besides, right now wasn't the greatest time to talk to me over something like this. "Fionna, I need you tell me. Something like this is serious." Cake shoots him a look, saying leave-her-alone, but I knew Flame Prince, he wasn't going to leave me alone until he knew. He was worried about me, so it could be worse.

"I don't want to talk about it," I spit out, trying to get away from him. How was he not getting that this was personal and I wished Marshall Lee never shouted that in the first place. I don't even know how he could have picked that up. There was no way I would have been able to pick that up off someone like he did. I thought I kept it hidden, but he managed to pick it up when it was just him, Limoncillo, Rambutan and me in that cave. What I didn't understand is where Marshall Lee got the courage to accuse Gumball of it in front of everyone in town. I mean, it shows Gumball's despicable side, sure, but that wasn't going to help him either. It was really stupid, and embarrassing on my part, but I'd be lying if I said I hated that people kept bugging me about it. It was nice to see that people cared.

"Fionna, please," he said, coming in front of me. Glob, I hated it when Flame Prince gave me the puppy-dog-eyes. I could just about never turn them down. It was annoying, but yet oddly hypnotic.

"No, it's none of your business, Flame Prince," I said, motioning to Cake to help me go faster, getting me away from Flame Prince, even if it was going home to Gumball. Just thinking of him made my stomach turn. He made me feel so uneasy, especially when I was going to be alone with him once Cake left. I was weak now, I was injured, he'd be free to do what he wanted, repeat what he had done before.

"She needs medical attention," said Cake helping me out. She points to my leg, the ripped jeans and the very visible cut surrounded by dried out blood. Well, there go some jeans. "So I need to get her home where I can tend to it." Flame Prince finally calmed down, Cake was coming with me, if Gumball tried anything she'd be there for me this time. I would have my overly protective sister there. "Can you do something for me? I need you to go back to my house and tell Mochro, Lord Monochromicorn, to meet me at Fionna's house. Sound okay to you?" Flame Prince nodded, understanding her reasoning just as well as I did. Little kids in our house, there was no way Gumball was going to try anything with the kittens over. I loved how Cake's mind worked sometimes. We are able to go back to my house, and it didn't take long.

We entered the house, and a cooking rabbit smell entered my nose. Gumball was home. I didn't know rather to be scared or not. Sure, now I had Cake, but he was still here, the guy who raped me. I had never had to deal with something this terrible before, someone taking advantage of me like this. It was new to me, and one thing was for sure, it was not happening again. Cake set me down in a dining room chair, going to find some medical supplies. She closes the door, then off to go find some. That's when Gumball noticed someone had entered our house. He comes out of the kitchen, seeing me. He didn't look happy with me. He set some spices he had on the table, leaning down a bit so he could look at me at eye level. He takes my shoulders in his hands again. Cake was here, everything was going to be okay. He couldn't hurt me, Cake was here.

"How did that thing find out?" asked Gumball harshly. "How did he know to tell everybody in town? I told you not to tell anybody! That thing is included!" I gulp, remembering Cake was in the other room, so I didn't have to be afraid. I didn't have to be scared of Gumball, but the way he was looking at me mad it hard not to fear him.

"I didn't tell him," I said trying my best to get a hold of my shaking. "I didn't tell anybody! I promise… He must have picked it up or something, because I didn't say a thing about it."

"How does someone just pick that up? How, Fionna?" he shouted, throwing the spice across the room, breaking the small glass container. This causes Cake to worriedly come into the room, wrapping her arms around me. Gumball blushes, putting a hand to his neck. Whoops. Cake is here. Not smart on his part.

"Is everything okay? I heard something break," said Cake worriedly. Gumball nodded, feeling stupid for having Cake come rushing into the room, stupid for not realizing she'd be here to help me into the house. I was glad she came when she did, Gumball was starting to scare me again.

"Everything's fine, Cake… What are you doing here, exactly?" asked Gumball. I could see it in his face, he wanted her to leave so he could do whatever it was he wanted to do to me. He wanted to rape me again, I just know it, thank Glob she was here. I bet he wasn't going to be happy once he learned she wouldn't be our only visitor tonight.

"Well, with the prison being so close to my house Mochro, the kittens and I are staying here for the night," said Cake smiling. "Besides, I had to help Fionna here, look at her leg. I'm going to be looking for something to help with that, holler if you need me, Fionna." Gumball looked horrified. Small children in our house now must not have been part of his plans. But he shakes it off, pretending to be glad he would be seeing the kittens. Cake goes off, leaving Gumball and I alone again. It makes me sick to my stomach when he starts looking at me like he did before. He sighs, looking back to me.

"You're smarter than I give you credit for," he said, looking off to the direction Cake had went in. "Well, you should eat some rabbit. I'll get you some. Made it special, just for you. For that nickname Marshall Lee gave you…" That was making my stomach scream, I wanted Cake to come back, but I couldn't come up with the words to call her back. "I think I'll start using it… it does work rather well." Now's he's down to my eye level again, the same look he had on his face before he raped me, making my stomach scream some more. "Bunny…" He kisses me, letting his hand slowly go down my cheek. That was enough for my stomach, I get up, basically pushing Gumball out of my way running to the bathroom. "Hey!"

I make my way through chairs and bookcases, running through the house, the bathroom was on the other side of the house. I swing the door open and throw myself in front of the toilet, Cake happened to be in there. Shocked she holds my hair back, using her other paw patting my back. Her tail stretches over to the sink, grabbing me a toothbrush for when I finished, no doubt. I felt so needy right now, Cake was taking care of me just like when our parents died. It was just her and me on our own. Cake was older than I was, cats aging faster, and she was the one to feed me, clothe me, anything I needed. I was about twelve when we were on our own. It was hard on us, entering the world on our own, but we got around it. I was forced to continue school by Cake, and I was glad she did. She was so motherly, and she still is. I love that about her sometimes, other times it can get annoying, but now I needed her. We were sisters, it was like an obligation for her to take care of me right now in her book.

When I'm done dry-heaving for a few minutes Cake hands me my toothbrush, and I brush the taste from my mouth. She gets me some water, to rinse with as well. When I was done I sat on the toilet seat, Cake in my arms like a teddy bear.

"What happened, Fi?" asked Cake. "Was it something you ate?"

"No, I haven't eaten much of anything to barf," I admitted. "I'm just stressed, that's all. I'm not dying." Cake smiles, glad to hear it wasn't food poisoning. Although, her hearing I was stressed enough to start puking wasn't exactly music to her sensitive ears.

"Fi, I know you don't want to talk about this, and here isn't exactly a great place, but you need to tell me what happened when Gumball… when he…"Cake just couldn't say it, and I understood, but if she couldn't even say the word that described what he did to me how would I be able to explain it? I take a deep breath, nodding, she was right, she was my sister, she needed to know.

"Well, he… I was kissing Marshall… and… he started yelling, and he threw me over his shoulder," I said, not happy that I was reliving this. Cake nodded, attempting to hold herself together. "Then… when he brought me upstairs, and Gumball's medical and knows about bodies, so he knew where to hold me down so my arms couldn't move." I bring my sleeve up to shot her the bruises he had given me on my arms. "And… he… he…" I couldn't hold it in anymore and I started crying. Cake put her arm around me, handing me some toilet paper to use as a tissue. I use it to blow my nose and to dry my tears, I almost went through the whole roll before one of us thought of something to say.

"Okay… okay," she said taking a deep breath. I could tell it would take her a lot not to kill Gumball tonight. "Is that all?"

"For now," I said. Cake nods, getting off my lap. She opens the door, accidently hitting Gumball in the face. Shit, was he listening? It looked like he had his ear to the door listening to every word of ours. Although, Cake already knew, so it wasn't like it really mattered. There was nothing he could do about it now. Cake was here, she'd kick his butt.

"Gumball, where's your medical supplies?" asked Cake. "I couldn't find them." Gumball nods, showing her a cabinet filled with medical tape, and some stuff like what Marshall Lee put on my ribs, but not at all as strong. Cake thanks him, coming back to me. "These pants are already ruined, right?" I nod, why not? Cake rips them so she could get a better look at my wound. She has to use her claws to take out some material that was in my wound, making it bleed and hurt some more. When she finishes getting everything out of it she puts the goo on it before wrapping it up in medical tape. She smiles, kissing it gently. It was something our father used to do, except he'd lick it. "All done, it'll be better in no time."

"Thanks, Cake," I said, Cake helping me up. She nods, looking to Gumball who still didn't seem pleased about having a door closed in his face. Whatever, he could deal with it. Cake helps me to a chair in our living room, starting a fire. Not soon after we had everything settled five kittens came through the door, climbing on top of their mother. Cake laughs, trying to get them off her. Although, she didn't have much success. Wyot comes over to me, inspecting my leg.

"What happened to your leg, Aunt Fionna?" he asked curiously. "Why are your jeans ripped like that?" I point to Cake, who was smiling.

"Your mother ripped them helping me tend to a cut I got by a sword, it's nothing big," I said trying to be calm around the kittens.

"Oooh! How did you get it?" asked Damian excitedly. Then all five kittens were on top of me, wanting to hear my story. I sigh, I was going to have to come up with something for them. It couldn't be entirely the truth, could it? I look to Cake, but she didn't know how I got it either. What example would I be setting to the kittens? Would it be something like "Do what you think is right!"? Or would it come out to be "Rebel against the town!"? I had no idea what to tell them. They were waiting on me.

"Well, I was out in the forests, with some of the guards, when one of them cut me… but it wasn't on purpose, he didn't mean to get my leg," I said. It wasn't much, but it wasn't lying. I was pretty sure when I was swung at my Durian he was trying to kill me. No matter if he thought Gumball loved me.

"Whoa, cool, I mean, sorry that happened," said Damian, trying to feel sorry for me when finding the story very entertaining. I smile, shaking my head.

"It's alright, but it is time for five kittens to go to bed I assume…" I said looking to Cake.

"Yeah, it's pretty late, come on, let's go," said Cake picking up as many as she could carry without stretching while Lord Monochromicorn followed her, picking up the rest of the kittens. I smile, laying back in the chair. I was safe as long as they were around me. Thank Glob for family.