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I walk into the Brew one day after practice and the first thing I notice is Aunt Ella sitting with her new boyfriend named Zack. They've been dating for awhile now, but did I mention he's a good ten years younger than her? Yea, talk about changing your way of dating once you get divorced. But she seems extremely happy, so I can't really complain. It's been awhile since I've seen her like this and as much as it still sucks that her and Uncle Byron aren't together I won't be the one to bring her down.

I slightly smile at her and him as they talk and laugh on the couch. He's actually the owner of the Brew, so he has some baked cookies there for her as they talk. From there I walk towards the back and notice that the girls are here, looking through a bucket with toys or something in them. I don't make it to them though because I see Andrew sitting alone at one of the tables and it stops me. I debate for a few seconds whether to go to him, then I suck it up and go. I haven't talked to him since the day I found him half naked in Spencer's house. If I forgave her I can't hold it against him.

"Hey." I say when I get to the table.

He slowly looks up from his book, his face dropping a bit. "Jessie."

I smile a bit, trying not to make it awkward. "How are you?"

His mouth is slightly open, then he closes it. "I'm…I'm good." He nods his head and smiles a little. "How are you?"

I nod, "I'm good too."

"Good…good." It gets awkwardly quiet, then he blurts out. "I'm so sorry about what happened that day."

I shake my head, "No, Andrew…"

"It wasn't what you thought. I swear."

"I know." I raise my hands to calm him down, "I know. Spencer explained."

He inhales deeply and nods, "Good. I wanted to tell you but…"

"I wouldn't talk to you." I give an apologetic look, "I jumped to conclusions."

He shakes his head, "No, actually you didn't. The way it looked wasn't good."

Now I shake my head, "No, Andrew. It was wrong of me to even react the way I did. We are not dating anymore. Not only that but I'm with someone else."

He slightly smiles, "Maybe, but I know that wasn't easy to see. So I get why you did."

I hear people talking from behind me and see that Spencer is talking to Melissa. She has been in Washington D.C. for interviews for a job or something, which I actually totally forgot she wasn't in town for awhile. That's how much I pay attention.

"I gotta go."

I turn to Andrew as he gets up, skyrocketing my height by inches as always. "Oh. Okay."

He smiles a bit at me, "It was nice talking to you."

I nod, "Yea. You too."

He goes to walk, but then stops. "Can I get a hug?"

I slightly smile, "Of course."

He gets closer and I wrap my arms around his back. The familiar sensation I always get with him swarming my body. I definitely missed him.

He lets go and looks down at me, "I'll see you at school."

I smile and nod, "For sure."

He leaves and I sit down at the table he left empty. My mind going crazy as it thinks too much for comfort. What does it think about? Everything. Why? I have no idea. It just races so much that I can't keep up. My parents and Jeff pop up, how I wish that things had been different with Andrew, then feeling bad that I thought that because of Blake. How my life is insanely too complicated because of all the drama and anyone who gets close to me could be doomed. My brain is basically as messed up as my life.

I'm blankly staring at the table when I hear my name being called from far away. But I hear it enough to look up and see that Aria and Aunt Ella are both looking me.

"You okay?" Aria asks concerned.

"Oh." I slightly smile, "Yea, sorry." I stand up, "What's up?"

"Heading home." Aunt Ella says, "Thought I'd give you two a ride after I stop at the bookstore."

The bookstore isn't that far away from the Brew. So we all head over to it as Aunt Ella starts telling us about her conversation with Zack. I don't usually want to hear about her love life with someone that isn't Uncle Byron, or her love life in general, but it catches my attention when she says that Zack is taking a cooking job out of the country and wants her to go with him.

"Really?" I ask.

She looks at me and smiles, just as we get to the bookstore. "Yes."

"Where?" Aria asks.

"In Vienna." She turns away to look at the books on a black spin shelf outside of the store.

Aria stares at me, a bit of shock just like me. "Vienna?" she asks, turning away from me.

"Like…in Austria?" I add, a bit speechless as my mouth drops a bit.

She grabs a book and turns back to us, "That's the one." A slight smile on her face like she doesn't know how to react, looking at both of us.

"Well that's…" I can't really think of a word.

Aria's face becomes more obvious that she is shocked as her mouth drops, and all she can say is. "Wow."

I nod, "Yea."

Aunt Ella smiles a bit, "Well don't sound too surprised."

"No, I'm not surprised. I'm…impressed." She says.

"That's better." Aunt Ella says nodding her head and smiling.

We talk to her a bit more about this, asking if she actually wants to go. She says that for a split second she thought towards saying yes, but it would be for months out there. She just told us that it's not that simple to say yes. Aria getting in that it will be hard being away from someone for almost a year. In which case Aunt Ella just nods and says that it will be. That's the end of the convo as she walks inside to pay for her book and then takes us home.

Aria has a date with this Jake guy, so I make sure that I'm out of the house. I rather not be awkwardly upstairs so I head over to open the store. Eventually Blake passes by to help me with a few things and when we are done I close it up and we hang in his car in front of the store. It's around eleven at night and the plan was to go home and hope that Aria was done with her date, but instead it turns into us listening to the radio, talking a bit (which he seems a bit out of it and I can't figure it out) and then as always making out. Ya know, the usual. Then we head to the back of his car to make out some more.

He runs his hands down my leg and then brings it back up a bit to my pants. He tries to unbutton my jeans but I grab it away and bring his hands back to my upper body. Since I gave him a chance last month we haven't done more than make out. I can tell every time we hook up that he is getting a little more agitated by this, especially since that rumor of me losing it to Andrew. However, he never pushes because he is always respectful of me. Today he seems a bit off though as he puts his hand to unbutton it again.

I pull my lips away from his, "Blake, stop it."

He looks down at me, "Sorry." He says, "Didn't mean to push." He leans back in and kisses me.

I put my hand on the back of his neck and kiss back, his lips making it's way to my neck and kissing it gently. Then I feel him try again as his hands run down from my stomach to my pants. "Blake!" I yell in his ear and that makes him get up, "What the hell?"

"Oh come on, Jessie. You've know me for two years. When are you going to allow me to get farther than kissing you?"

I start to sit up a bit, "How about when I feel comfortable?"

He leans back, sitting on the up part of my legs. "Two years and you don't feel comfortable?"

"No. I'm not the type of girl to just do something because I've known someone for a certain amount of time. We've only been together for less than a month."

"So?"

"So it's the same argument. Just because I've known you for a couple years doesn't mean that not even a month into dating I'm going to allow you to do sexual stuff with me so quickly."

He slowly nods, "Okay." He hesitates. "Do you want to go home?"

I watch him for a second and then shake my head, "No. I want to hang with you. We haven't had alone time in over a week."

He smiles and crawls back to me, "In that case." His face is up close to mine, "Lets continue."

I smile as I feel his breath on my face and bring him down to me. We are doing pretty well of keeping a good pace of this hookup. I feel him put his hand to my neck as he kisses me faster. I don't think anything of it though until he starts to squeeze my neck and I can't breathe.

I turn my head away from his face as my vision starts to fade, I can't talk. So the only thing I can think of is to kick my knee in his private section.

"Ow!"

I cough and gasp for air as I sit up. "What…the…fuck."

His hands are holding onto where I hit him. He's trying to catch his breath himself. "What…was that for!"

"I couldn't…breathe." I take a deep breath.

His eyes widen, "That was the point. It's called a move."

I shake my head, "Well I didn't like it."

He takes a deep breath, "Okay. Sorry."

"Stop saying you're sorry. You know what I'm okay with and what I'm not."

"If we don't experiment then how will we know what else you're going to like?"

I shake my head, "You don't get it."

"Look. I'm sorry. I'll stick to the basics." He leans forward to me.

I shake my head, "No. I want to go home now."

He doesn't stop getting closer, "Jessie, come on."

"No. I'm done. I don't know what's gotten into you but I don't like it." I try to open the door behind me, but he grabs my hand before I can.

"Jessie." He puts his hand on the back of my neck and brings me closer to him. "Chill."

Without thinking about it I push him away and slap him. "Stop! Do you not know what that means?"

He has his hand on his face, rubbing his cheek. Then his eyes are scarily mean looking as his hand goes up and backhands me across the face. "Don't you do shit like that!"

I put my hand to my face, completely shocked and terrified. When I bring my hand down there's blood on it. I look back up and he looks at me a little pissed off. "Blake…"

"I saw you today." His voice sounds mad.

I can feel blood trickling down my cheek, my mouth is half open from shock that he hit me. I mean, I know I did it to him, but he wouldn't listen. "S-Saw me?" I say a bit scared to answer him.

"Don't act stupid."

My heart is pounding hard against my chest, "I don't…"

"With Andrew!" he yells, making me jump. "I saw you talking to him at the Brew."

"He's my friend!" I yell back.

"Yea." He laughs, "A friend who wants nothing more but to get in your pants now that he can't have you."

"Stop being so jealous of someone I'm no longer with."

His eyes narrow, "I bet if you had the chance you'd let him do what he wanted."

I shake my head, now getting really mad myself. "I'm with you! Don't be such an asshole."

That is clearly not the right thing to say as his eyes get even more mean looking, possessed even. He looks so crazed as he moves forward towards me so fast that I don't have time to react. He grabs my legs and slides me down so I'm laying on my back again, grabbing both my hands with his when I go to hit him and pins them against the door above me.

I try to wrestle my hands away from his grip. "Get off!"

He has my hands so tightly against the door that I can't get them out. His body is heavier than mine and has himself positioned on me in a way that I can't move my legs this time. "If you would let him do it then you should have no problem with me, Jessie." He kisses my neck.

"Blake, seriously. Get the hell off me!"

I can see his face through the dark as the light from one of the lamps lights up the back of the car when he lifts his head up. "Just relax." He holds my hands with only one of his now, brings his other hand to my pants and gets it unbuttoned.

"Stop!"

He kisses me on the lips, "It's okay." He unzips them.

"No!" I jerk my body to the side, making him topple over towards the front seat. "Heeelp!"

He sits up a bit, his eyes flaming. "Shut up."

"Blake, get off!"

He leans in and kisses me to keep me from yelling, and I don't hesitate to bite his lip this time. "Fuck!" he sits up fully straight and touches his lip with his fingers.

When he does he ends up letting go of my hands. This gives me time to try to get him off my legs as I sit up and push him, moving my legs as much as I can. "Get off!"

His eyes flame in anger, "You're going to regret that."

I fling my body towards the front seats, hoping someone would see me as I yell, "Someone help!"

He grabs me and lays me onto my back again, forcing his hand over my mouth and pushes down hard, "Be quiet!"

"Mmm!" I start to panic and tears slide down my face. I claw at his hand with one of mine and hit him with the other. "Mmmmm!"

He grabs one of my hands with his free one and forces it under my back, doing the same with the other. I can't move from how heavy he is on my body as he is laying on top of me again. "You're going to enjoy this. Don't fight it." He goes for my pants once again.

"Mmmmm!" I struggle to get my hands free from under me as he turns my head to the side a bit, his hand still on my mouth and kisses my neck. While his other hand starts to inch my pants down. "Mmmmmmmm!"

The sound of a door opening comes from somewhere behind Blake and I feel him get pulled off of me. "What are you doing!" someone yells from outside.

I'm hysterically crying as get my hands out from behind me, then fix my pants as I zip and button it back up. Then I sit up and open the door behind me. I'm shaking really bad as I walk around his car to see what's going on and realize that Blake is getting his ass kicked. I quickly know that the person who is holding him with his arms held back is Wes (who I haven't seen since he slept over), but I can't tell who is actually hitting him until he backs up a bit from punching Blake in the face.

"Ezra." I manage to get out through a sob.

He turns to me, his face in pure anger. "If I ever see you around her again." He looks back at Blake. "I'll kill you."

Wes lets him go and Blake falls to the floor, coughing up blood as he holds onto his stomach in pain. "You assholes."

"You're the asshole." Wes says as he lifts him to his feet and throws him to his car, making his body close the back door when he makes contact. "Leave."

I watch Blake look at me for a few seconds. He has this look like he wants some backup as he wipes away blood that is dripping out of his nose. "I never want to see you again." I cry through the whole sentence, but I get it out.

Blake watches me for a second, "You're a bitch."

Ezra lunges forward, scaring Blake enough to get in his car and drive away. Then he takes out his phone. "I'm calling the cops."

"No, Ezra."

He looks at me, his eyes softening as he brings his hand up and puts it under my chin. "He tried to rape you."He turns my head to the side and looks at my cut. "And he hurt you."

I shake my head, "No, he didn't." I lie. "I'm fine."

"Don't act like that's not what was about to happen, Jessie." Ezra tells me, a sad look in his eyes.

"Do you want to give him the opportunity to try again with you…or someone else?" Wes says. He walks over and puts his hand on my shoulder, "Let us do this for you."

I look into his eyes and see the concerned look in them, then I nod and Ezra dials the number and puts it to his ear. He tells them that he witnessed an attempted rape and would appreciate if they arrested him. I have to tell him Blake's address so that they can go pick him up. "She will. Come to my apartment to get her statement." He tells them where he lives and then hangs up.

"How did you know?" I'm still shaking a little.

"We were walking back from the Brew and heard screaming from the car. When I got to it I was just able to make out your face and realized what was going on." Ezra tells me.

"When he told me it was you I threw open that door so fast you would have thought I was a super hero."

I half laugh and I look at both of them, "Thanks. I owe you." I look at Ezra, "Again."

He half smiles, "You don't deserve any of what you've been through." He puts his arm around me, "I told you I'd always be here to protect you. And that's what I did." He walks me over to his apartment, Wes right behind us.

The cops are there in practically no time as they knock on his door and Ezra lets them in as Wes is cleaning off the blood from my cheek. They ask me a few questions once I tell them what happened and that I want to press charges against him for attempted rape and assault. They write down everything I say and everything Wes says and Ezra says, then take off. I was afraid that Ezra was going to get into trouble for hitting a minor, but then I realized that it was self defense so I wasn't as worried.

I'm lying on the couch ten minutes later with my head resting on Wes's lap curled up in a ball with an icepack to my cheek while watching TV. I'm not really paying attention to it though as I'm completely dazed out. But I do notice that Wes has his arm outstretched on me and can see Ezra watching me in concern from the corner of my eye. He is sitting on the other end of the couch by my feet and is clearly not watching the TV either.

"Jessie." He says softly.

I don't look at him, "Hm?"

"Are you sure you don't want to go home? Aria and your family need to know."

I shake my head, "We took care of it. They don't need to know right away. They'll just worry."

"They have every right to worry." Wes tells me as he rubs my arm with his thumb.

"I'll tell them tomorrow."

"Jessie." Ezra says.

"Ezra, please." I look at him finally, "I just want to sleep off the fact that my boyfriend tried to rape me."

"Ex-boyfriend." Wes says.

I look up at him and half smile, "Yea. Ex-boyfriend."

"I think I should at least let Aria know that you're here."

I look back at Ezra, "No. I'll text her that I'm staying over Tori's." I look back at the TV and take a deep breath, "I appreciate you letting me stay here."

"Always here when you need me."

When I finally fall asleep all I see is Blake on top of me, the look in his eyes as he rushes towards me. The sound of the slap he gave me, the unzipping noise of my pants, the touch of his kiss on my neck and how he kept his hand over my mouth to keep me from yelling. I never thought he'd be that type of person. I don't know what got into him.

I open my eyes the next morning to someone rubbing my arm lightly. For a second everything is blurry as I try to make contact with what is in front of me. When I finally do I realize it's Aria kneeling next to me.

"Hey." She says softly as she slightly smiles at me.

I'm laying on my stomach on the couch, my arm dangling over the edge near a sleeping bag that she is kneeling on. Wes must have slept there. "Hey, Ria." I roll over onto my back and rub my eyes, flinching a little when I accidently touch the part of my cheekbone that has the cut from getting smacked. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think?" I can hear in her voice that she is trying to hold back tears. "You know Ezra wasn't going to keep this from me for long, even if we aren't on that good of terms right now."

I inhale deeply, I should have known that he would have her here first thing in the morning. "Where is he?" I look around. "And Wes."

"They went to get breakfast."

I look at her, tears forming in her eyes a bit. "So he told you."

A tear slides down her face and she wipes it away. "Not everything you told him. But enough for me to know what almost happened." She watches me for a second, "Why didn't you call me last night?"

For a few seconds I don't say anything as a tear rolls out of my eye. "I was scared."

"Of me?"

I shake my head, wiping away the tear, "Of the whole situation. I just wanted to get through the night without crying."

She gently rubs her thumb on my cut, "How could he do this to you."

I shift my body to sitting on the sofa and she sits beside me, handing me my glasses. "He wanted to do more than kissing, claimed that two years of knowing him and less than a month of dating was enough time."

"That's ridiculous." She sounds a little mad now.

I take a deep breath, "Then he was being a bit aggressive since I wouldn't let him, so I slapped him. After that he got pissed and just started rambling about seeing me with Andrew at the Brew yesterday and he freaked on how I probably would let Andrew do things with me if I had the chance." I shake my head, "The next thing I know he is throwing himself on top of me and…you know."

Her eyes have a bit of mixed emotions. A little bit of pain as she wants to cry and then flames from clear anger. "If I see him he's dead."

"Ezra already took care of him."

"What he did is nothing compared to what I'll do."

I half smile, "Well I'm sure me pressing charges will get him locked up for a bit."

She grabs my hand, "I'm glad you did that."

"I thought against it."

She nods, "Ezra told me. But you did the right thing. A person like that shouldn't get away with something like this."

I look away from her, "I don't know why he did that. He's such a nice guy."

She puts her hand under my chin and faces me to her, "He was showing signs of aggression long before this, Jessie."

"But why would he want to do something like this."

She gets quiet, "I don't know. Something is obviously wrong with him and he couldn't control himself." She wipes a tear out of my eyes, "Or he's been playing you all this time to get what he wants." She has a sad look as she says that.

I shake my head, "That is worse than not being able to help himself. I thought he liked me."

She nods, "I know." she puts her hand up and smoothes my bangs behind my ear. Tears start to slide down my face and she pulls me in for a hug. "I'm sorry."