Roxanne's P.O.V
I just looked at Chandler in shock. I can't believe it. The man I love and plan to marry is a rape victim. Oh God, poor Chandler. No wonder he never wanted to be sexual with me in our relationship. Now I feel just awful for even thinking of him in a sexual way.
I took his hand into my own. "Oh God, Chandler, I'm so sorry."
"It's ok, I've never actually told anyone about it. I'm fine, really."
"When did this happen?"
"When I was 13, the same exact age as Ruthie."
"And, if you don't mind me asking, who did this to you?"
"It was my 8th grade math teacher, Mr. Hunter."
"How did it happen?"
"Well, one day..."
Flashback-(Chandler's P.O.V)
One day...
Mr. Hunter, my math teacher, kept looking at me oddly during class. Or at least it seemed that way. I swear I could feel his eyes on me when I wasn't looking up front. And when I did, I swear he would look away.
Mr. Hunter walked around the room, collecting homework. When he picked up mine, he gave me an odd glance. "Mr. Hampton, please see me after class."
I was totally confused. Why did he want to see me after class? After all, I had a B average in math. Wasn't I doing well enough? "Ok, sir."
After what seemed like forever, the bell ending math class rang. All of the kids, except me, piled out of the room and headed to English, the next class of the day. I stayed, though.
Mr. Hunter was seated at his desk. "Come up here please, Mr. Hampton."
"Mr. Hunter, why did you want me to stay after class? I mean, I have a B average and I understand the material..."
Mr. Hunter cut in. "Shut up, you stupid boy!"
I didn't say anything.
"You think I don't know what you're craving! I see the way you look at me, boy..."
"What are you talking about?"
"This is what I'm talking about, Tyler!" He shoved me into a corner.
"You must have me confused with someone else, I'm not Tyler, my name is..."
"You said what we had was just a childhood lust. Well Tyler, here's the lust you always wanted, you foolish boy!"
He was on top of me. I was too scared to move. I screamed a silent scream in my head when he reached for the zipper of my jeans...
End Of Flashback
Back To Roxanne's P.O.V
"...And then, he raped me." Tears filled his eyes.
I hugged him. "Chandler, shh, it' s ok, don't cry."
He continued to cry as I hugged him.
"Why did he call you Tyler?"
"I later found out that he had some kind of fling with a guy named Tyler who apparently looked a lot like me during his junior high years."
"So, he used you to fight off the lust he had for some guy named Tyler over the years?"
"Yes."
"Chandler, forget that asshole. Move on. Forget the past."
"Thanks for that Roxanne."
I hugged him tighter. "It's no problem."
End Of Chapter Six
A/N: There, another chapter done with. I'm not proud of this one, due to this awful writer's block I have. Oh well, review it please, I need help with this story.
-Alexa