"Did he rape you?" Lena finally asked as she reached for Christina's hand.

The teen felt as if her fingers had just been shocked by electricity. She jumped slightly and pulled her hand away from the woman. She wasn't used to being touched without her permission. Every time it caused her body to react uncontrollably. She took a small breath before she spoke. "N–nno," she struggled with the word. "Look, just STOP," the girl told them in hopes that they would finally listen. She backed away, suddenly needing to distance herself from them.

"Christina –" Stef began but she was quickly cut off.

"No," the girl shook her head. "Don't do that," she said simply. "Don't try to get in my head again. I'm not a victim if that's what you're thinking."

Stef and Lena simply stared at her in silence, waiting for her to finish speaking.

"It's not like it was with Callie. I'm not Callie."

"We know you're not," Lena stepped forward, wanting badly to make teen feel comfortable but knowing that things were always different with Christina than they were with her other children.

"Just…" Christina paused as she struggled with what to say to them.

She wanted out.

She needed to be out of that room, but it would be too difficult with both of them there.

"I don't want to talk about this… I don't want to be here," Christina said as she felt her heart racing and her nerves begin to spiral. "Just call Bill." Christina took a short breath. "Call David." She took another short breath. Lena and Stef quickly glanced at each other realizing what was happening. "I don't care who you have to call. I just want out of here," she cried as she placed her hand over her chest when she felt a slight pain. She took in another uneven breath. "Something's happening," she told them as she lifted her frightened gaze to meet there's.

Both women reached for her so that she wouldn't fall. Christina began to take in faster and shorter breaths.

"Sit down, sit down," Stef said as they brought her to the sofa again. They both kneeled in front of her.

"Christina," Lena said calmly, not wanting to stress her out anymore. "You're hyperventilating. I think you're having a panic attack. Just take a deep breath, okay? You're going to be fine. Just breathe."

Christina tried to stop the crying. She tried to breathe normally but her mind and body were both swarmed with fear. Her breaths remained short, fast and uneven. "I. Can't," she told them.

Too much was happening too fast.

She thought about her mom.

Mark.

The night her mom walked in on them.

Christina trying to tell Angie what happened.

Tell her what he did.

What he'd been doing.

Stef immediately tried to reach for Christina's hand and try something else. "Look at me," Stef said as Christina continued to struggle. The teen's eyes moved toward hers. "Tell me something. Tell me what you're thinking about. Tell me what you see."

Tears were streaming down her face now. "A shovel," she barely got out as she continued to try and catch her breath. "My mom."

"Good girl," Stef cooed as she grabbed hold of Christina's hands and cupped them in her own. "What else?"

"Dirt," she answered. "Mark," she continued.

Lena could see that Stef's tactic was working. Without realizing it, Christina's breaths began to slow.

"What do you smell?" the cop continued.

"Beer," she told her. "Sweat."

"Okay, now what do you feel?"

Christina clenched her eyes tightly as she remembered the terror she felt on that day.

How he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her away from the kitchen, kicking and screaming.

How he threw her onto the floor and slammed his foot hard against her stomach to get her to turn her body around and face him.

How she cringed in pain and froze in place, knowing what would happen if she tried to fight him off of her again.

"Pain," she answered Stef. "P–Powerless."

Stef squeezed her hands tighter around the girl's. "One more."

Christina wanted to forget all of this. Why couldn't she forget all of this?

The look on her mom's face flashed before her. That confusing look that Christina had so stupidly misunderstood at first. She thought she would be safe when her mom saw them, when she saw him on top of her as she laid, pinned to the living room floor.

She remembered how far that was from the truth. She remembered the screams that came from her mother's mouth that day. She remembered clenching the dirt in the palms of her hands as her mother dragged her by her feet outside. She remembered the extreme state if duress she had been in as she fought hard to live.

Christina finally opened her eyes and realized that she could breathe now. She laid eyes on the two women and couldn't help but feel safer in front of them than she ever did in front of any of the people she had lived with.

But it felt strange to her.

She didn't like needing anybody. She didn't like having any kind of emotional contact with anyone else. And here she was, having a massive breakdown in front of two strangers and finding herself wanting so badly to trust them and let them in. But before her thoughts could catch up to her body, she found herself wrapping her arms tightly around Stef.

"It's okay… I got you," Stef said after she placed her arms around Christina and held onto her even tighter. She couldn't help but feel guilty for everything she knew had happened to her and everything she didn't know. That was why it was so hard for her to not press Christina on these things.

How could she figure out why Christina kept making the bad decisions she kept on making, if she didn't know everything about her? How could she help her if she didn't know her entire story, and if Christina was so reluctant to share it with them.

Lena hesitantly placed her hand on Christina's shoulder. When she saw that the girl didn't flinch, she slowly and gently wrapped her arms around her and Stef. "It's okay. You're safe with us," Lena reminded her.