A/N: *This has a slight trigger warning for sexual assault.*(doesnt go into detail but does mention it more than once) This is, again, a little more spicy. This is also kinda long. Enjoy!

He hand left the wall to roam my body, his other hand covered my mouth. I feel like I'm in deja vu, but the worst case of deja vu doesn't end there. His hand makes its way down my body, feeling every curve of my waist and hips. It lands lower than that, though. I knee him in the privates and I push him off of me more. I can feel the heat in my cheeks, but I can't feel myself breathing. Am I breathing? My hand lands on my heart, he touched me here just seconds ago... I look down at my feet, I can't look him in the eyes. I regain my breath, I have never loved breathing more. He reaches out to touch my shoulder; I slap his arm away. My eyes meet his, he looks hurt. He has no reason to be hurt. I should be feeling hurt. He just… broke me without even knowing. He brought back memories from being sexually assaulted in high school, and he doesn't even know it. He is not the one who is hurt, I am. I feel like I can't breathe again. I look down at the counter instead of my feet. I rub my hands on my pants, trying to calm the panic inside me, "I don't know what the heck you were thinking…"

He rubs his face, "Eliza…"

"Give me the money and get out of this house before I tell Angelica to beat you up." I tell him. My breath shakes on every word. He doesn't move. He doesn't believe me with a shaky voice, "I said: give me the money and get out before I tell Angelica to beat you up."

He hands me the money and starts to take his leave when he mumbles under his breath, "I'll never have to wonder what I missed… not with you at least. Alex can keep your prude ass."

I grab his forearm and yank him back, "What did you say, Jefferson?"

"I'll never have to worry what I missed with you. Alexander can keep your prude ass. You are insane, and I wouldn't be able to handle it. You can't even have a little fun in your life can yo-"

I slap him across the cheek, hard. So hard, he fell to the floor. I yank him up by his burgendy and gray shirt, "I'm not one for swears, normally, but you have 10 fucking seconds to get the fuck out of my face before I beat your ass so hard you are unrecognizable."

He scrambles from my release and walks out, I make sure he leaves the house before I go back out to my sisters.

Angelica comes up to me, placing one of her hands on my shoulder, roughly, "What the hell was that? Why was he in tears when he left?"

I break down, my breath hitches. I'm starting to hyperventilate, I can feel it, "He kissed me. He slammed me up against the bathroom wall, locked me in with his arms and kissed."

"So you slapped him?" Angelica says, wiping a tear away from my face. I didn't even realize I started crying.

"Not at first. I just shoved him off of me."

"Can we ask why he was even here, Eliza?" Peggy says hugging my right side.

"I called off the kill. I couldn't… I couldn't do that to her. I couldn't let myself do that to her. I know she messed up, but so did he. If I can forgive him, then I can forgive her."

"So, he was here to give you the money because you couldn't go through with murder."

I nod, I still feel lie I can't breathe. Every word I say is breathy and airy, "I called him earlier, and told him to drop off the money today. Then he did, pulled me away. Slammed me against the wall. Kissed me. His hands…" I take a deep breath, I can't feel it, "His hands… started to roam my body…"

Angelica pulls me to the couch, she was the only person I told when I was assaulted in high school. I didn't tell my mom or my dad. I didn't tell Peggy. I didn't tell Alexander. I thought I could forget it when I went to college, I guess I couldn't get over it. She moves so my head is laying on her lap. She starts stroking my hair away from my face, the way Alexander does when I am stressed out. I can't keep the tears from flowing from my eyes and I try to calm my breathing. Angelica tries to calm me. She whispers to me that I'm okay and that everything is okay. Then she calls out to Peggy, "Hey, Peggy. Go call Alexander. Tell him the Angelica said to get his ass over here, now."

I look up at her and shake my head no. I try to speak, it's barely a whisper and every word had a breath between it, "I. Didn't. Tell. Him."

"It's okay. If you don't mind, I'm going to tell him when he gets here."

I nod, she continues to comfort me. I try to finish my story, my voice still weak, and still breathing heavy, not as bad as before, "I kicked him and pushed him. I couldn't breathe. I felt like I was that awkward freshman girl, again. I calmed down, then he tried to touch my shoulder. I slapped him off of me, and I lost it again. I told him to give me the money and leave. He gave it to me and as he was walking out said something about me being prude, I honestly don't remember. I called him back, he said it again and I slapped him so hard he fell." I chuckle, no clue why but the laughter just bubbles through me, "He looked so scared. I told him to leave before I make him look like a different person through a couple of life changing punches to the jaw. He scrambled and left."

"Well, don't worry about him, right now. Alex should be here soon, are you feeling better?"

I nod, "Thank you. All of it just brought me back to when…"

"You need to tell him."

"I know," I look at my fingers and fidget with the hem of my shirt, "How do I just say that I was…?"

"You just have to say it. You don't have to go into detail, and I'll be there to help you out if you freeze up, okay? You are never going to be alone through this."

I nod, "Thank you so much, Angelica. You are such a good sister, friend, listening ear, and partner in crime."

"I have to say the same to you, Eliza." Angelica kisses my forehead as I still lay on her legs.

Alexander burst through the door to me. I don't know what he sees, probably a pale girl just laying on her side, her knees pulled up to her chest, her head in her sister's lap. He probably sees the tears streaming from her eyes, mascara going with the puddling tears. He probably sees the smudged lipstick that I applied after I left him. He probably sees how I hold my wrist above my heart, hiding the marks that Jefferson left. He sees someone who is incredibly weak, and I can't help but wonder why he likes me. Of course it's when I'm at my lowest that I criticize myself.

His face shifts from fear to more just tepid anxiety when his eyes lock with mine, "Betsy, are you okay?"

I sit up, shaking my head. He takes me into his arms without hesitation. The tears flow more, "No… I'm not… and I have a lot to tell you… Angelica, Peggy, do you guys mind leaving us alone for a moment?"

Angelica gets up and kisses my head. She grabs Peggy's hand and leads her out to the porch. I watch them leave. He sits where Angelica was just sitting, his hands try to pull mine away from my body, they refuse to leave. I don't want him to pity me, so I just lean my head onto him and cry. His arms cradle my shaking body. This is going to hurt like hell to tell him, but it needs to be done.