I spent a few days not writing this, because I had writer's block. But now I'm back, and managed to complete this chapter. :') Hope you don't die from the new episode of Glee!

I also hope this makes up for the impending hiatus. My exams are coming up at the end of the month, so I might not even have the time to write anything. But I promise you all, when I come back, I will try to get back the momentum to start writing again.

Triggers: violence, mild sexual assault (?)

-JessC

Chapter 14- Help

"Bye, Ashley!"

Laella smiled and waved as her friend got into her boyfriend's car. They shared a grin and Ashley mouthed a 'text me later', before the car drove off.

Laella kept that small smile on her face as she walked slowly to the bus stop. It was good to be making friends again. Ashley sat next to her in French, shared Biology and Earth Sciences with her, and her locker was just a few doors away. They usually met up to walk to class together. Ashley was kind of an outcast, just like her, since she was shy. But she introduced Laella to her other friends, and they got on well. She was just closest to Ashley.

A small part of her heart knew that Ashley could never replace her best friend Elena, but it was better making friends with people her own age, she knew. All of the members in New Directions were older than her and even if they were awesome, it wasn't the same, you know?

She whipped out her phone and began texting Blaine.

Anderson, if you stop trying to get Kurt off, you probably have time to bring both your asses home for dinner before I eat your share.

Burt and Carole were out doing business and Finn was at Puck's house, so Blaine and Kurt decided to have dinner at the Andersons before heading out to watch The Lorax together. She received a reply immediately.

Screw you.

She smirked as she typed out her reply.

You have Kurt for that. Love, your awesome sister xoxo

She was so busy texting that she didn't notice a burly figure walking behind her.

As she rounded the corner to the bus stop, a hand gripped her wrist and pulled her roughly into a nearby alley.

Laella was too stunned to react, let alone even speak or scream. She finally found her voice a few seconds later, but before she could scream, a hand clapped over her mouth.

"Don't you fucking dare."

Her voice died in her throat as she recognized the tone of her attacker's voice.

"I'm gonna remove my hand, but do anything and I'll fucking kill you."

She felt the weight on herself slowly lightening, but she didn't dare to look up, fearing what she might find.

A hand went to her hair and dragged her head roughly up to meet her attacker's face. Laella whimpered and she struggled to break free of his grasp, but the glinting silver in his other hand made her think otherwise.

"Y-You got out. Of… J-Juvie."

Azimio twirled his knife slowly in his hand, not missing the way Laella flinched and seemed to cower away from the sharp object. He sneered a little.

"Good old Daddy let me out before I have to go back for some stupid hearing. Why would they even bother, when someone was going to do it sooner or later. Pity they had to go through all those fuss. Let me cut to the chase. Have you told anyone?"

Now he was really close, his breath down Laella's neck as he held out the knife into her line of view to serve as a reminder.

Laella blanched a little, before she remembered.

A whirl of emotions and flashbacks began running through her head, so fast she was getting dizzy. She suddenly let out a yelp as she was thrown back against the wall. She heard a blurry of voices as her phone tumbled out of her hand, but she didn't take much notice. "Answer me!"

"I…. I haven't. Please, just leave me a-alone!" she yelled, burying her head into her hands as she curled to a sitting position, her knees against her chest.

She heard a hiss come out from Azimio, and screamed as she felt something sharp pierce her skin.

"I- told you not to fucking scream," Azimio growled at her, his face dangerously close.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry…" she repeated the words over and over again, shaking her head vigorously as she made herself smaller. Just leave me alone, please. She could feel the blood dripping down her leg, but she could care less about the pain now. Her breath came in raggedly sobs as she tried to control herself.

"Good, don't you forget that. Keep quiet, and nothing will happen to you or those homos."

A few seconds passed and the alley was silent. Laella slowly lifted her head, thinking that Azimio had finally left.

Smack! She felt a blow to her exposed back and she doubled over, gasping as the pain seared through her.

"You're such a fucking slut. You got lucky the last time round. When I properly released, I will find you."

Laella heard the sound of footsteps fading away into the background and she let herself go, sobbing into her arms. It had never hurt her that bad. Ever.

"Are you alone now? Lae, can you hear me? Where are you? We're coming to pick you up!"

She jumped at the sound and spun around looking around for the owner of that frantic voice. She suddenly saw her phone lit up and she moved herself over to pick it up.

Shit.

She accidentally pressed the 'call' button when she was going to send that text to Blaine.

Did that mean they heard everything?

Laella paled. Crap. They were going to badger her like crazy until she opened up about what happened. There was no way she could escape.

"B-B-Blaine?" she whispered.

She could hear a relieved sigh coming from Blaine. "Smurf- thank goodness. I thought I was going to scour the whole of Ohio until I found you. Are you alright? Can you move? Where are you? Kurt's driving now."

Guess there was no way she could escape.

"I-I'm in the alley near the bus stop of the mall…"

Blaine stayed on the phone with her, listening to her explain her injuries (on Blaine's request), probing "Was it him? How did he get out-, "and the faint sound of Kurt going, "Blaine, save that for later, please".

Finally, after what seemed like centuries, she felt strong, familiar arms circle her and she turned around, melting into Blaine's embrace and releasing the dam of tears that was holding up within her while she was waiting. She could hear Kurt fussing softly over her, Blaine whispering softly to Kurt, and then felt the two of them helping her up, Blaine's shirt over the wound on her leg.

All of a sudden she realized who was holding her and jerked away, wrapping her arms around herself. "Don't touch me!"

Blaine was shocked by the sudden movement and dropped to the ground to meet Laella as she rocked to and fro on the ground. "Lae?"

"You don't have to…" Laella whispered. She looked down to her knees. "I'm sorry, I'm disgusting."

Blaine was torn between wanting to hold Laella close and wanting to run to punch the living daylights out of Azimio for whatever he did to his little sister. Kurt saw his distress. "Then… can I?" he whispered softly, placing a hand on Laella's shoulder. Laella flinched a little, but did not shrug the hand off. Kurt took it as a good sign.

He looked to Blaine, who wore a look of hurt on his face. "It's okay, baby," he squeezed Blaine's hand, "she needs a while." Blaine complied, picking up Laella's bag and guiding them into the car.

They kept asking her questions, but she didn't respond, choosing to stare blankly at her lap. Blaine took the wheel this time, his eyes wandering over the backseat as Kurt whispered softly to Laella.

Ethan was there when they got home, rushing home from work after receiving Blaine's frantic call.

Kurt shook his head firmly when Ethan tried to coax Laella into speaking. "All she needs is some rest, Ethan- don't force it out of her, please. After she wakes up."

After Kurt and Laella left, Blaine turned to Ethan brokenly. "S-She wouldn't even let me touch her, Eth," he stammered out, shaking. His eyes burned with unshed tears.

Ethan just nodded, shaking and held his brother close.

"Laella. Please?"

Laella looked up to where she was sitting on the couch, curled up next to the armrest.

"I-I don't know…" she looked down to where she was fiddling at the pillow, not wanting to meet Ethan's worried and confused eyes.

"You promised me you would." Kurt said.

"I do remember it was when I was falling asleep and didn't comprehend anything you said." Laella retorted quietly.

She looked up slowly, and incidentally met Blaine's eyes. She tried to look away, but Blaine started speaking, his voice still a little croaked after the crying he did in Ethan's chest.

"I hate being the last person to know anything."

"S-Sorry, Blaine." Laella whispered, looking down again. "I… I just can't. It's not easy…"

"We'll love you no matter what happened." Ethan spoke firmly.

Were they sure? Or would they cringe and leave her like she was vermin?

Laella hated being the last to leave the class.

Okay, maybe she wasn't really the last, but she was helping Ms Monroe to carry her tests to the staff room. After the tiring job, she made it as far as the car park before she realized she left her binder on her table. She groaned and walked back to retrieve it.

When she stepped into the empty classroom, she spotted her binder lying on the floor, thankfully undisturbed. She rushed forwards to retrieve it, but as she turned around to walk out of the classroom, the lock clicked.

She froze and looked around her until her eyes met a certain letterman's jacket. Her binder fell out of her trembling hands and onto the ground with a loud crash, sending some loose worksheets everywhere. She quickly got onto the ground to gather the papers up.

"That was the exact position I wanted you in, how did you know, Anderson? Desperate for me?"

She was pushed to the ground painfully, and she turned around, crawling under the table to hide from him. He gripped her by the ankle and pulled her forward roughly.

"You're not going anywhere."

Her eyes were fixed on the door, praying frantically that someone would walk in. "I-I need to get home." She protested wildly.

He pretended he didn't hear her plea.

He shoved his hands roughly up her shirt. "Fucking whore," he whispered harshly, "bet you wore those jeans to spite me, huh? Couldn't resist?" His breath reeked of alcohol.

She gasped and struggled to get free. He pushed her head down more roughly and she screamed.

"Good, continue doing that. I want everyone who passes by to hear you." He smirked, his hands wandering over her body as she squirmed.

"Get off me!"

Laella could feel the world spinning around her. No, no way she was going to black out like that. Leaving him to do whatever he wanted with her. She screamed again, and thank goodness, she could hear someone trying to unlock the door.

He cursed as the door burst open.

"Get off her."

"F-Finn." She scrambled to her feet as Mike rushed to her, while Finn pulled him off her. "Get out." Finn hissed before rushing back to Laella.

Azimio glared heavily and stumbled off. There was a large crash as a table flew into the tables behind it and the three in the room all winced heavily.

"Mike, could you get Blaine? I think he's in the library with Kurt." Finn told the Asian, who nodded and went off.

"No!" Laella interrupted, grabbing hold of Mike's wrist to stop him. Both boys looked confusedly at her. "Just do me a favor, please. D-Don't tell Blaine." She protested. "I'm fine, nothing happened."

"Well, considering the fact that you're pale as a ghost and you're shaking really terribly, I can't really believe you now." Mike whispered gently. "It's okay, Blaine would-"

"I don't want Blaine to know." Laella glared, half-heartedly because she knew Finn and Mike wanted to do it for her own good. But she was still afraid.

"But-"

"Please?"

Finn groaned. "Kurt'll kill me if he ever finds out."

"He won't know if you don't tell. Come on, Finn." She pleaded.

After a while, Mike sighed heavily. "At least let us walk you to Glee."

"…Fine."

Kurt groaned. "No wonder Finn was shooting both of us weird looks."

Laella didn't look up.

Kurt sighed and went over to sit next to her. "Look," he began, "I'm not angry at you for anything. I'm just… frustrated you didn't tell any of us. We could've helped you."

"The last time you went up against him, you were in the hospital for 2 weeks." Laella said quietly.

Silence.

Laella watched the three faces in front of her. One was not exactly calm, but wanted to handle the situation without freaking anyone out. One was looking at her, his face clearly showing the confusion and hurt in his eyes. Laella gulped. The other had his head in his hands, and his body was facing away from them, shaking terribly.

"Blaine… say something, please?" Laella's voice cracked a little as she reached out to her brother.

When Blaine did look up, his face was red. He quickly got up.

"Where are you going?" Kurt asked, alarmed.

"I'm going to find that bastard, and I'm going to kill the son of a bitch who keeps harassing the people I love!" Blaine snapped, before running out of the room.

"Blaine!" Ethan's voice rang throughout the living room, making Blaine stop in his tracks at the door.

"Don't try to change my mind, Ethan. First my boyfriend. Now, my sister. What do you expect me to do? And what are you even doing? Nothing!"

"I expect you to keep out of reform school, or much worse, Juvie." Ethan commanded. "Violence was never the answer. And we Andersons must never stoop down to their level."

The fight went out of Blaine as the words hit him. He tried to keep his rapid heartbeat down. "But what can we do?"

"The best we can do is to file another restraining order for Lae." Ethan sighed. "Goddammit, we'll need Dad's signature again. Maybe I can find a document in the home office to use for forging…"

"I-I don't need a restraining order. I'm f-fine." Laella protested.

"No, you're not." Ethan brushed the skin on her forehead, pulling back as soon as Laella yelped as it came into contact with the gash across it, edging away from his hand.

"See?"

"Fine, do whatever you want." Laella grumbled, her eyelids slowly drooping as she laid her head on the armrest.

"Love you, Lae." Blaine whispered. He seemed to have calmed down a little after his outburst. He propped the blanket over her. At least their parents were away. Again.

Laella got up and threw herself in Blaine's arms. "Sorry I pushed you away." She mumbled into his shirt.

"It's fine." Blaine soothed. "I'm just glad you're safe." His arms tightened significantly around her as he whispered to her.

"Love you too, Blaine." Laella smiled.

After Laella fell asleep, Blaine turned to Ethan. "Are you serious? A restraining order might not be able to keep him away from her. I'll probably kill him if he ever so much as breathes in the same neighborhood."

Ethan shot him a look. "I didn't say I wasn't going to tell the police what he did. You should get Kurt home, too. He looks exhausted."

Blaine turned to see Kurt on the couch watching over Laella, his drowsy expression and nodding off giving the act away. "Okay. Goodnight, Eth. Love you."

"Love you too, little one." Ethan ruffled Blaine's hair, and Blaine shot him a warning look before helping Kurt to his feet.

R & R! I hope you're okay with how the plot is going and the characterization. If you have any questions feel free to let me know! (: