A/N: Hard Trigger Warning for scenes depicting virginity loss, abuse, and rape. If you don't want to read those portions then skip every scene featuring Marisol's POV. Your comfort matters more than the fic.

Main POVs: Marisol, Eli, and Connor.

May

When Owen showed up on her doorstep one Friday night with roses and a box of chocolates, Marisol was surprised but happy. He had told her that they couldn't go on a date tonight because of a family dinner but yet he was still here.

"I wanted to surprise you with something special for our fourth month anniversary," he told her with a sweet smile as they shared a kiss. He followed her to sit on the couch. "I'm also ordering us some pizza. You can order whatever you want, it's on me," he added. She squealed in excitement at that. They ordered two pizzas, one cheese with pineapple and one with pepperoni along with a Pepsi and a large order of barbecue wings. Owen allowed her to have as many slices of pizza and as many wings as she wanted and Marisol couldn't help herself as she mowed down the food. She was so hungry and her boyfriend rarely allowed her to eat a lot. He was really concerned with her eating habits.

The chocolates were the dessert, and she giggled as Owen fed her several of them while she sat on his lap. They watched a couple of her favorite movies together. She had never felt so happy in her life.

When they were done, she led him up to her bedroom for a makeout session to top off their night. He was on top of her and feeling her up all over her body. She squeezed his firm muscles. He pulled away from her. "I got you this," he said as he pulled out something from his pocket. She watched in anticipation to see what it was.

It was a shimmering silver necklace with a beautiful heart-shaped ruby. Her heart leapt up at the sight of it. "It's beautiful, how can I even repay you?" She questioned as Owen placed the chain around her neck.

"By allowing us to take the next step," he answered while reaching inside her shorts. She froze.

"I don't think I'm ready, babe," she replied nervously while looking at him.

"Why not? You love me, right?" He asked her. She bit her lip.

"I do love you. I love you so much," she affirmed, "But some really bad things happened to me in seventh grade and I'm scared."

Sometimes those memories came up while Owen was gropping her during makeover sessions but she didn't say anything because she didn't want to kill the mood. However, those memories were always so raw in those moments, and she was scared of Owen hurting her like all of those boys even though she was positive he wouldn't. He was her prince.

"So you're going to let the past prevent you from being intimate with someone that really cares about you, Mari? I do so much for you. I take you out to the nicest places for dates, I buy you things, and I put up with your best friend for you. I deserve something in return…unless you really don't love me," he argued.

"I do love you," she repeated, "But I don't want you to hurt me."

He rubbed behind her neck. "I wouldn't even dream of it, Mari. Do you really think the worst of me? Let me tell you something…I'm a virgin too," he confessed. Her eyes widened in shock. "It's true! This would be my first time too, and I don't want to have it with anyone else but you. Because I love you."

Her eyes watered as they then shared a passionate, deep kiss. "Then let's do this," she urged. She had never been so in love with him then in that moment. She appreciated how honest he was with her about these kinds of things.

Her boyfriend smiled down at her before pulling out a condom from his other pocket. She lifted her body up to take her shirt off, leaving her in her bra. Owen's eyes lit up in desire as they started kissing again.

He pushed her back down and started pulling down her shorts……

At the Goldsworthy house, Eli was cuddling with his girlfriend underneath a blanket as they watched a horror movie together in his room. Once again, Julia was thrown out of her house after an argument with her dad and stepmother, and she immediately came over to his place. They ordered some Chinese takeout and chilled upstairs.

The horny teen couple of the movie was having a graphic sex scene in a tent, and him and his girlfriend were snickering from the obnoxiousness of it.

"Her boobs are so fake," Julia commented of the girlfriend on screen, "If you're going to get a boob job, at least make it look real."

The killer on screen suddenly popped out inside the tent and slammed a knife into the girl's head, making the boyfriend let out a comically high-pitched scream before he was brutally murdered as well. Throughout the rest of the movie, Eli wasn't really paying attention and not just because the acting was bad.

He was focusing on his girlfriend's face. She was so hauntingly beautiful that he couldn't think of anything but her in the moment even while she was wearing a simple black top and jeans. When the movie was over, he started kissing her neck. She leaned into him before turning around so their lips could meet instead.

Their kissing quickly got heated.

Julia climbed on top of him and helped him pull off his shirt. He did the same with her shirt. They collapsed on top of his bed while exploring each other with their bodies.

When she reached for his belt buckle, he stopped her. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked her in concern. He would never pressure his girlfriend into sex if she wasn't ready.

"Positive," she answered before slamming her lips back on his. He gently pushed her off of him to grab a condom from his nightstand. When he got back on the bed, Julia pushed him back down and finished unbuckling his pants.

Then Eli experienced a pleasure he had never before.

At the Nelson-Simpson residence, Connor was struggling to eat his dinner as everyone else around him ate. Spike had made spinach tortellini tonight, and the whole household was eager to try it except him. He had never had the dish before but was uncomfortable with trying something new.

"Is something wrong, Connor?" Spike had asked in concern before stopping Jack from eating his food with his hands. She guided him into using a spork.

"Nothing," he quickly answered but continued playing around with his food. He drank the cranberry juice next to his plate since it was the only thing he was familiar with.

"I know this isn't what you usually eat but can you at least give it a try? I promise it's really good," she suggested. He looked down at his meal. He really didn't want to try it.

"If my mom could cook like this, I would be grateful," Damien, Emma's new boyfriend, piped up, "Appreciate your godmom's cooking while you still can. I don't go to university until August and I already miss my mom's cooking."

Connor resisted glaring at Damien in response. For some reason, he really didn't like him and missed Emma's previous boyfriend Sean. He got bad vibes from this new one.

"Connor has always been a picky eater. So have I, but only because I'm a vegetarian," Emma replied, "He doesn't have to eat it if he doesn't want to."

Everyone at the table looked at him, even Jack, and Connor felt uncomfortable. It felt like a million eyes were waiting on his next move, ready to judge him. Tensing in his seat, he took a bite out of the spinach tortellini for Spike's sake. He immediately knew he hated spinach. The thick, slimy texture of it went down his throat in a truly unpleasant manner. He almost gagged.

Instead, he smiled at his godmother. "Very delicious," he complimented her.

The pain Marisol was in was unbearable.

"I guess you really were a virgin. You got blood all over my condom, Mari," Owen said to her after pulling out, rolling off of her with a satisfied grunt. She laid there, shaking, as tears streamed down her face.

"I'm sorry," she replied in a cracked voice, but didn't bother to look at him. She was sure that turning her head at this point would make the pain worse.

"It's okay, baby. It was worth it," he replied to her with a smirk that unusually made her skin crawl. He ran his fingers through her hair. "You're everything I have been dreaming about and more."

He squeezed one of her intimate areas. "I'm looking forward to us doing this again and again," he added.

She wasn't. Not if it was going to hurt like this. Not when he was so rough and didn't slow down or stop even when she was screaming in pain. She thought she was being ripped apart at the seams the whole time they were having sex but yet he shockingly didn't care.

Owen grabbed her face and kissed her deeply but she couldn't find it in her to respond. He pulled his lips off of her.

"When I'm ready again, we're going to try out some other positions. There's a million ways we can fuck and I'm going to enjoy each one," he declared.

She smiled through her tears to not make him feel uncomfortable but inside was terrified at the prospect.

After their first time, they just cuddled in his bed again with his sheets wrapped around them. The sheets weren't anything romantic, they were black and printed with skulls, but they still added to the intimate atmosphere between. She laid on his chest, and the warmth it gave him gave him butterflies.

Eli didn't expect for them to lose their virginities to each other this quickly in their relationship but he didn't mind it at all, and not just for horny teenage boy reasons. He genuinely loved Julia.

"Are you okay?" He asked her while rubbing her back soothingly, and it was the second time he asked. The first time he asked her if she was okay was when they started having sex to make sure he wasn't hurting her. She just giggled while crying and even now she still had tear stains on her cheeks.

"I was just shocked when you entered me for the first time, but I'm alright. It didn't hurt as badly as I thought it would. I've had paper cuts that hurt worse," she answered honestly, "But I'm a little sore now though."

He wiped the remaining tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry," he apologized sympathetically before leaning down and kissing her forehead.

"You don't need to say sorry for that, only for moving like a fucking snail the whole time," Julia replied with an amused smile.

"Because I didn't want to hurt you," he reasoned, "The thought of doing that makes me ill."

Her eyes watered again and this time she wiped the tears away herself. "You have me crying like a baby, I fucking hate you," she grumbled, but he could tell she wasn't serious. Eli stroked her hair gently while admiring how it shined in the moonlight. It was so soft too, and silky.

"I love you too," he replied.

Eli had only been with Julia for so long but he knew he had found his soulmate.

After dinner, Connor ate ice cream for dessert which was French vanilla. The only other flavors in the freezer were pistachio and coffee, and he wasn't eager to try either of them.

He was in his room eating the dessert when Spike appeared in the doorway. "Connor, can I come in honey?" She asked. He nodded and she sat on his bed. He was sitting at his computer.

"Remember what we talked about in your last therapy session? That you might have Asperger's syndrome?" She reminded him.

"Yes," he answered. When the therapist suggested it because of some symptoms he had described, he didn't know what to think. Of course he was aware that his brain functioned quite differently than his friends and other people at school. But unfortunately, he was finding that his fellow teenagers and the world at large wasn't kind to children with mental disabilities. It was troubling to say but he was a little scared to get a diagnosis.

"I think you should get the diagnosis so if you do have Asperger's, we at home can do our very best to support you. You're a part of our family, Connor, and we care," Spike said.

"Wouldn't having a label on me put a target on my back so to speak?" He questioned.

"By the wrong people, yes," she confirmed, "But not getting a confirmation of what you are will only prevent you from getting the support and resources from people who actually have the best intentions. It's not the same situation but I was pregnant at fourteen with Emma. I was scared when I started showing symptoms, because I knew how people viewed teen mothers, but I knew I had to get tested early. Imagine if I tried to be in denial about my pregnancy for months and how that could have endangered myself and Emma? You having Asperger's would not endanger anyone, but having an undiagnosed mental disorder would lock you out from getting the support you need," she finished. Connor thought over his godmother's words. Her explanation was reasonable, and it would be better to get confirmation that he had a mental disorder instead of being in the dark about it.

They both overheard Jack cry in the hallway as Snake took him into the bathroom to give him a bath. "I know you don't want to get a bath but Daddy doesn't want you to go to bed stinky!" Snake tried to explain as Jack cried even louder.

Spike looked at the hallway before looking back at him, blinking. They both knew she would have to help out Snake soon. "A lot of parents don't get their children tested early for any mental disorders because they don't want to deal with the stigma, and while I can understand the fear, it doesn't help the child. It only makes the child unprepared on how to deal with it. We want you to receive the support you need, Connor."

He nodded, but just as he was about to say something, Jack ran into his bedroom naked as the day he was born while Snake chased him down. The toddler ducked and dodged his godfather's every attempt to grab him, giggling the whole time.

Spike ultimately swooped Jack up into her arms without much difficulty, and he tried to shake out of her grasp. She got up completely unfazed.

"Sorry," Snake apologized with a sheepish smile.

"Just another night in the Simpson-Nelson household," she replied with an amused look on her face. His godparents then left the room together.

Connor was left alone with his own thoughts, and his melted bowl of ice cream. Thinking about Spike's words, he decided to research Asperger's Syndrome instead of continuing the computer game he was playing.

On Monday morning, Marisol walked the hallway stiffly due to the great pain between her legs. Her and Owen were having sex all weekend whenever her parents weren't home, and things did not improve. Each time they had sex, there was pain.

She opened up her locker to get out her books for the day when Katie approached her. "Hey Mare," her best friend greeted. She turned around and put on her best smile.

"Katiekins, how was your weekend?" Marisol greeted back. She had forgotten to call her bestie all weekend and she regretted it.

"My brother and his family came to visit. We went out to dinner at a Chinese restaurant!" Her friend answered cheerfully. That made Marisol feel good at least, that her friend was actually eager to eat out again. "What did you do this weekend?" Katie asked her in return.

"Owen and I…took our relationship to the next level," she answered honestly. There was no point in lying because she was a terrible liar.

The cheer from her friend's face fell. "You guys had sex?"

"Yup," Marisol answered again. There was judgment in her bestie's eyes, and this time she almost couldn't blame her. She closed her locker and began walking, wincing with each step. Katie was at her side, eying the way she was walking in concern. "We did it all weekend," she added.

"I don't think it's supposed to hurt like this Mare, was he gentle?" Katie asked her. A lump formed in Marisol's throat at the question. "No," she answered honestly, fearing her friend's reaction. It was as expected; Katie's face turned white in rage.

"You lost your virginity to him and he didn't make an effort to make it a good experience?"

"He…I don't think he meant any harm, Katie, he was just so rough the whole time and it hurt a lot. But he was really sweet before we had sex, he got me an anniversary necklace," Marisol defended her boyfriend as she showed her the necklace.

"Yeah, but look at you now, Mare! You're struggling to barely walk!" Katie argued.

"It'll pass," Marisol replied as they continued walking. "He didn't mean any harm," she repeated, and she knew that she was mainly trying to tell herself that.

Owen would never intentionally hurt her. She was a virgin so pain during sex the first few times was to be expected. He always had her best intentions in mind. He loved her.

She was just scared of having more sex if this is what it was going to be like.

"Someone's glowing," Eli heard Mo say as he entered his homeroom class. His two friends were sitting next to each other as Jake ate on some chips.

"Really? I haven't noticed," he replied with a shrug as he sat down in his seat. But he knew why he was glowing.

"Jake and I are going to go hang out at Shazam! later after school, you wanna come with?" Mo offered. Eli was about to eagerly accept when Julia walked in with a stormy look on her face. She took her seat in the usual back of the room without sparing a glance at anyone. Concerned, he got up from his seat and went to talk to her.

"What's wrong?" He asked her, reaching out to grab her hand.

"Can I come over to your place after school? Please?" She asked, and he didn't really need an explanation as to what happened. She got into a fight with her dad and step-mother again and she needed to be at her safe place, which was his place.

"Of course, we can go to The Dot and get food," he accepted. She smiled in return and he smiled back before looking back at his friends. They were both staring at him, but Mo had a disappointed look on his face, as if he already knew he wouldn't be able to hang out later. He sent his friends a regretful look, but Mo only narrowed his eyes further.

Eli had a feeling that this was going to lead to a bigger problem.

At lunch, Connor ate some chicken tenders and fries while sitting with his friends. He dipped his tenders in ketchup as he developed a love of the condiment again. He no longer saw J.T. Yorke's blood at the sight of ketchup.

The atmosphere these days at the lunch table was tense for everyone except Jenna, who was oblivious. She was trying to strike up a conversation with K.C., who looked pretty disinterested.

"These nachos are so delicious!" Jenna exclaimed cheerfully as she put one loaded with cheese sauce into her mouth. "Definitely better than what Kyle makes, right K.C.?"

"Yeah sure," his friend replied as him and Clare shared a look. Alli looked between them with narrowed eyes, and Clare quickly averted her eyes. Basically everyone at this point knew that K.C. and Clare were having an affair except Jenna herself.

Jenna started crunching loudly on her nachos, and it irritated him mildly. He always had some sensory issues with crunching noises if they were too loud. When she crunched down on a particular chip too loudly, he had enough.

"Jenna, you are chewing far too loudly for my comfort," he said to her bluntly. She stopped in confusion.

"I'm…sorry?" She apologized with a raised eyebrow but started chewing more softly from then on. He smiled, pleased with her.

Her chewing was too much sometimes but Jenna Middleton was truly a lovely girl. He enjoyed her presence.

During Spirit Squad practice, Marisol's soreness was still terrible. She was wincing even while doing stretches. When Manny allowed them all to take a break, she was wincing as she sat on the bench.

Manny approached her and sat down next to her. "Are you okay, Little Cuckoo Banana? You look like you're in pain," her captain asked her in concern.

"I just fell down some steps earlier, that's all," Marisol lied, only to crumble a little under Manny's hard gaze. "I had sex with my boyfriend for the first time this weekend, and it hurts so bad," she confessed, "I couldn't stop crying and there was blood everywhere. He was so rough. I thought your first time was supposed to be magical."

She expected Manny to judge her or scold her harshly for being so stupid. Instead the older girl was looking at her in sympathy.

"It is supposed to be magical when you're with someone who cares about you," Manny replied, "And it sounds like your boyfriend doesn't."

"He does! He bought me dinner, flowers, chocolates, and a necklace before we did it! He even said he loved me!" Marisol argued.

"But was the actual experience good if it's hurting you this bad?" Manny questioned. "Is your boyfriend…..big?"

"Yeah," Marisol answered. That was supposed to be a plus but that only made everything hurt even worse.

"And he was still rough and hurt you like this?" Manny asked with anger in her voice. "My first time was with a guy who was big too and had a girlfriend at that, but he still made sure I was feeling okay the whole time. Marisol, I don't think you should allow your boyfriend to have sex with you if he's not going to care about making you feel good. If he feels a type of way about it, dump his ass," she urged. The idea of that scared Marisol.

"But I love him," she replied, then bit her lip nervously.

"I told myself that too as a reason to stay with some of the assholes I dated, but it wasn't worth it. You may love him but when boys show you their true colors, run away as far from them as possible," Manny warned her before getting up.

"I'll bring you an ice pack to put between your legs, and then you can sit out for the rest of practice. Just think about what I said," the older girl said before whistling to end break time. She ran back to the center of the gym and resumed practice with the rest of the team.

Marisol watched as she pondered Manny's words.

In the same location an hour later, Eli was in the boy's locker room changing out of his gym clothes. Unfortunately he was forced to overhear the jocks in his class talk a lot of dumb shit in the meantime. He tuned out most of their conversation for his own mental sake, and nothing really alarmed him.

Until he heard Owen bring up a certain cheerleader.

"No piece of chocolate in the world can measure up to Marisol Lewis," he heard the jock say. One of his friends, Julian chuckled.

"I bet she's a wildcat in bed," he replied.

"Not yet, she cried every time we fucked and got blood all over my dick but I'll get her turned out soon," Owen replied, "But being the one to pop that cherry was wonderful."

"With the rumors I've heard about her, I thought your girl was fucking everyone," Julian said.

"Nope, she was a virgin when I finally had her," Owen confirmed, "She's really mine now."'

A dark rage went through Eli as Owen went on and on about how Marisol was basically his new sex doll. Her new boyfriend didn't respect her as a person and was bragging about it. Did she know? Did she care?

Despite wanting to say something, Eli resisted. He couldn't be bothered to be concerned about Marisol right now, when Julia needed him more. She was his girlfriend who he lost his virginity to and was dealing with an abusive family situation. She deserved all of his attention at the moment.

He could only hope that Marisol would dump this pig soon.

Connor left his final class of the day, feeling like he had a normal day despite the recent realizations about himself. He hoped that his life wouldn't change too much with an Asperger's label on him despite the stigmas. He would still be Connor DeLaurier, a gifted student who liked astronomy the most out of anything and lived with his godparents while his parents lived in another part of Canada.

On the way to his locker, he walked by a supply closet and heard peculiar sucking noises. Curious (perhaps too much for his own good), he opened the door to the closet up.

K.C. and Clare were kissing passionately while K.C. had Clare up against the wall. When they saw him, they both froze as if a witch casted a spell on them. He cleared his throat.

"I'm going to, uh, go," K.C. said awkwardly before leaving the closet, leaving just him and Clare, and Connor had a lot of questions for his other friend.

"I don't know how to explain why this is happening, you just wouldn't understand," Clare said.

"I don't," he agreed, "Why are you and K.C. constantly hooking up when he has a girlfriend who's your friend?"

"I don't know, it just feels right even though it's wrong," Clare answered with a pained look on her.

"But you're a Christian, Clare. Isn't it a great sin to help someone cheat on their partner in your faith?" Connor questioned. While he wouldn't say he was an expert on Christianity, he learned a lot about the faith from Clare.

Clare was struggling to come up with a response, and Connor knew she didn't have a rational response for what her and K.C. were doing.

He was glad that he had more important priorities than romance at the moment even if Jenna Middleton was a pleasant girl.

It was a half an hour before the football game, and Owen wanted them to meet up in the locker rooms beforehand. Marisol had a good idea of what her boyfriend wanted them to do.

She was still wincing with each step as she entered the locker rooms in her cheer uniform. The ice pack Manny gave her helped somewhat but not much. So she really didn't want to have sex right now, and she was going to let Owen know that. He was a caring boyfriend. He would understand.

Owen was waiting for her with an eager grin on his face when she approached him. He immediately grabbed her and pulled her into a deep kiss. She allowed herself to respond. He reached down and grabbed her ass, which made her stiffen. When he broke apart from her, he started pulling her top off, which made her grab his arm to make him stop.

"Owen, I don't want to do this," she rejected him with an apologetic look on her face. "I'm still sore from last night."

"I need something to motivate me to kick some ass out on the field, Mari. Are you going to deny me that?" He asked her with a frown. "Sex is going to hurt the first few times for you, but if we keep doing it, it's going to fun for both of us."

"But if it's not fun for me right now, then I don't want to have it. You're too rough, Owen, and until you're not, we're not going to have sex," she replied firmly and she knew Manny would be proud of her assertiveness. She turned away with her arms folded and began walking.

She didn't get very far before Owen grabbed her again and violently slammed her into a locker, making her head spin. He had a dark gleam in his eyes that she never saw before.

"You're not going to refuse sex from me over a little pain. I know what's best for the both of us," he replied with a growl as he pushed her further into the locker. He had a tight hold on her shoulder, and was squeezing it with such great force that she felt it was about to break.

Marisol was in so much shock by what was happening that she just nodded. "I'm sorry, baby," she apologized. He finally released his grip on her and started unbuckling his pants.

"You know how you can make it up to me? Get on your knees," he ordered, and there was no room to disobey.

She did what she was told.

A/N: As you can probably tell by the end of this chapter, Owen isn't going to be redeemable in this fic at all and unfortunately this will be a significant part of Marisol's story arc. I'm doing this mostly because I'm twisting Owen's initial characterization as a homophobic, transphobic, sexual harasser into something much darker. However, I'm glad this storyline never happened to Marisol in the show.