I forgot the disclaimer last time slaps back of hand naughty me! I own nothing (apart from my pinny gigs and my brand new watch I got for passing my GCSE's! woooo, ok stopping the bragging now ;) I'm making nothing from this either! Please don't sue!

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Chapter 2

Wandering blindly Jean followed her feet as they took her to her room. Blocking the door behind her with a chair under the door handle, she turned, whipping her head from side to side to make sure no one was about. Shaking she sat on the edge of the bed, wondering.

Why had she taken the knife? Why had she lied to Storm? Of course she wasn't ok! She had been raped!

The fact that Storm didn't know that didn't stop Jean from being angry at her.

She was angry at every one! No one understood! He had torn her world apart, made her feel so violated and she couldn't even take it out on him!

Then it struck her.

It was all her fault! She hadn't been in control, he had called her a slut, said she deserved what she got.

And for the first time Jean began to question herself.

Maybe it was her fault, she did wear tight clothing. She couldn't believe she had been so stupid! Of course she was such a slut! It was amazing no one had taught her this before! It was all her fault!

Whimpering Jean rushed into the bathroom and threw up noisily into the toilet, disgusted with her self. She sat on the edge of the bath shaking, rocking backwards and forwards, hugging herself. As she rocked she heard the steady thumping of the knife in her bag hitting the side of the bath. Reaching slowly, cautiously, as if the knife would jump out and strike her itself, she put her hand into the bag. She flinched as the handle touched the tips of her fingers. But after a moments hesitation grasped the handle firmly and drew the knife slowly out of the bag. She could almost feel the knife slicing the air as it glinted in the faint light of the bulb in the bathroom.

Jeans breathing suddenly became very ragged as the reality of what she held in her hands came to her. All she could hear was her breathing loud in her ears, as if taunting her of how delicate her life was. All she could see was the knife moving in her shaking hands. All of her senses were toned on to the knife in her hands. So much so when some one knocked gently on the door she dropped it. She watched it fall, as if in slow motion. Watched it bounce ad clatter until it finally lay still.

"Jean" Storm called softly through the door "dinner is ready"

Suddenly all of Jean's senses rushed back to her.

How long had she been sitting there? Staring at the thing that now lay in the middle of the floor. Watching it silently. God she needed to get out of here, away from that thing, No she needed to hide it! But where?

"Jean, are you there?" Strom said, a bit louder this time. Jean heard her try the door.

"Jean? Jean? Are you ok? Jean?" There was panic in Storm's voice now. Jean had to act now, before Storm blew the door in. But she didn't think her voice would work.

"I'm coming" Jean's voice cracked, but held.

"Are you sure?" Storm's voice was apprehensive. She didn't want to intrude where she wasn't wanted but on the other hand she wanted to help Jean. To tell her everything would be alright in the long rung, that she knew and she would be there for her.

"I'm sure, I'll be down in a minute" Jean's voice grew stronger with every word. She hoped that it would be enough to convince her oldest friend.

"ok then I'll see you down there" Jean heard Storm move off with another moments hesitation.

She turned around and looked in to the mirror.

God she was a mess!

She quickly splashed some water on to her face and calmly put some blusher on to hide her too pale face. Then she turned and faced it. Praying she wouldn't throw up again, she grabbed the knife and moved into the main bedroom. Fishing around in her pocket with her free hand she brought out the keys to her desk. Unlocking it she placed the knife into the top drawer, and quickly shut it again. She locked it and placed the keys into her pocket. Pulling on the drawer to make sure it was shut tight. She quickly ran across the room and unblocked the door, never putting her back to her desk. With one last glance at the drawer she shut her bedroom door, placed a smile on her lips and prepared to act normally once again.

fin

So? What do you think? Should I go on? Or end it there? Thanks so much for the kind reviews! Also should I make this a slash, Jean/Storm story or a Jean/Scott story (baring in mind I don't much like Scott so it would be difficult for me to write about him) Please tell me in your reviews! :D