A/N1 I forgot the disclaimer in the first part so here it is: They're not mine and never will be.

I wasn't around in 1984 yet so if there is anything weird that doesn't really fit the time-frame I'm sorry, let me know and I'll try and fix it. Thanks for all the reviews, here is the next chapter.

Part 2

Harm's Home
La Jolla
California
Saturday 10 November 1984, 2 AM

Slowly, Harm opened his eyes. He went to the bathroom to get a glass of water while he heard noise coming from the other side of the wall. When he realised that that was Sarah's room he quickly walked over there and opened the door. She was sitting on her bed, still wearing the jeans and top she had worn that day, with a bottle with clear liquid in one hand while singing lullabies. As soon as she noticed him standing at the door she tried to hide the bottle but is was to late. Harm was shocked, finding her with a bottle of vodka was the last thing he'd expected. Harm started to feel the anger rise, how could she do that? He let her stay at his home, he even trusted her with telling her about his father and she disappointed him like this. He walked over to her, trying to find why she was drinking. As soon as she saw the anger appear in her eyes and he started to come over she shrank back into the nearest corner with her hands protecting her head and the only thing she was did was repeating the same three sentences over and over again:

"Please don't touch me, don't make me touch you, don't hurt me"

That was when Harm knew something was very wrong. He went to wake Frank up.

"What is it son?"

"Something is wrong with Sarah, I need your help, please?"

"Okay, I'm coming" As soon as they left Frank and Trish's bedroom Frank asked:

"What's the mater?"

"Well, I woke up and heard noise coming from her room so I went to take a look, she was singing lullabies so I went over to her to find out what was wrong but as soon as I started towards her she shrank back into the corner and kept repeating the same three sentences: 'Please don't touch me, don't make me touch you, don't hurt me'"

"You might've been better of waking your mother."

"There's something else you should know," Harm took a deep breath knowing that his parents disapproved of drinking before continuing: "She's been drinking."

Frank took a deep breath before opening the door to Sarah's bedroom. When they entered she was still in the corner repeating the same three sentences. They decided get her sobered up and to talk to her about the oblivious abuse tomorrow. When Harm went to her suitcase to get her PJ's he got the shock of his life, in it were another 7 bottles of vodka beside from the one that was now on the nightstand and almost no clothes, just another pair of jeans and a t-shirt that seemed a few sizes to small. Grabbing the bottles of vodka he walked over to the sink and emptied all of them. After that he went to his bedroom to get her a t-shirt and a pair of sweats. With some difficulty Frank and Harm managed to get Sarah out of the corner she was hiding in. When they told her to go in the bathroom and change her clothes though she started stripping right in front of them while the tears started running down her cheeks. Harm and Frank left the room quickly giving her privacy but not quick enough not to see all the bruises she had on her stomach and sides. While Frank went downstairs to get her some coffee to sober her up Harm helped Sarah from the bathroom to the bed and tucked her in. Tears were still rolling down her cheeks while she started undressing again. By now Harm realise what must have happened to her so he tried talking to her:

"Sarah, it's me, Harm, you don't have to do this tonight, just lay back and after you've had some coffee you can go back to sleep okay honey?" she answered with a soft "Harm" Just when Frank entered the room with the coffee. After she'd drank a cup she fell a sleep almost immediately so Frank went back to bed and Harm stayed with her, sleeping in a chair beside her.

Harm's Home
La Jolla
California
Saturday 10 November 1984, 6 AM

"Noooooooooooooooooo"

Harm woke up to a high pitched scream. When he looked over to the source of the scream he saw a wide eyed, sweat drenched Sarah sitting up in bed. He walked over to the bed and carefully touched her arm. Fortunately she had sobered up quite a bit and didn't shrink away anymore.

"Hey, are you alright?" Harm asked.

"Uh, yeah, what are you doing here?"

"Well, you had been drinking so we tried to sober you up got you changed into some PJ's before tucking you back in, how are you feeling?" As soon as he said the word drinking all the colour drained from Sarah's face. She hadn't meant for him to see her like that but she just couldn't not drink. She heard him get up and walk to the other side of the bed, slowly he got in and he held his arms out to her. First she just looked at him, not really sure what his intentions were.

"Come here, I won't hurt you, I promise."

Slowly she made her way over in to his arms and they sat there in silence for a few minutes.

"You want to tell me about it?"

"I'm sorry, I never meant for you to find out, I'll understand if you want to send me home now."

"Shhh, no one is going to send you home but you do need to tell me what's wrong. I won't be able to help you if you don't. I'll make it a bit easier, do you do that a lot, getting drunk?" He was fairly certain of her answer but he wanted her to admit it herself."

"Yeah, everyday, I just can't seem to stop" She almost whispered with tears running down her cheeks.

"Where do you get the alcohol?"

"From my father, most of the time he is to drunk to notice if it is missing or not."

"So, your dad is an alcoholic? What about your mum?"

"She left. Almost two years ago, on my 15th birthday, I woke up and she was gone, she never came back. I guess she was fed up with my father's alcoholism and all the stuff that came with it. That's when I started drinking. First it was just to keep my mind of it but then I found out the beatings didn't hurt as much and I kept drinking and now I can't stop anymore. I hate it because it makes me feel even worse when I'm sober now and the throwing up isn't nice either but I just can't stop."

Harm felt grateful that she trusted him enough to open up to him but he knew there was more so after giving her a few minutes to calm down he asked:

" Does he beat you often?"

" Not anymore, he used to do it every other day or so but I guess he found a new way of entertainment now."

"What is it?" Harm asked not wanting to think about the possibilities but needing to know it.

The only reply he got was a whispered: "Hold me, please?"

Sarah trusted him, she wasn't sure why or if she even should but she couldn't help it.

He held her tighter, almost afraid of crushing her. By now she was sitting on his lap with her head in his neck. Then he heard a very soft whisper:

"He invites his drinking buddies over. Peter and John and then they … they touch me and they make me touch them." That's when she broke down completely. She sobbed into his neck and he just held her.

After a while Trish knocked on the door. Not really knowing what to expect. When she woke up this morning she expected Harm to still be in bed. Wanting to wake him up in time for their trip today she went to his bedroom. After a whole search of the house there was only one place left. Fuming about the fact that she found 8 empty vodka bottles on the counter in the kitchen and the fact that he was in Sarah's room she opened the door to find Harm in bed with Sarah in his lap.

"Good morning mum." As soon as Sarah heard him she tried to jump of his lap but he held her in place so instead she started to stammer:

"Uh, good morning Mrs. Burnett … I uh … " But before she could say anything more Trish said: "Harmon David Rabb Jr, outside now!" He answered her with a "Yes mum" before letting Sarah go and giving her a quick kiss on the forehead.

"I'll be right back Sarah" he said.

"What the hell is this supposed to mean, I wake up to find you in Sarah's room, there are 8 bottles of vodka in the kitchen. Oh god, you didn't have sex with her did you? You could've gotten her pregnant, you could get sued for that you know …" Harm cut her off with a sharp:

"Mum! Listen to me first before you judge okay!" He continued in a much softer tone: "No, I didn't sleep with her and no, I didn't have a drop of alcohol. Those empty bottles are Sarah's. I heard her last night from my room so I went to see why she was up in the middle of the night. She acted really weird so I woke Frank and we decided to let her sleep before we got to the bottom of this. She woke up about an hour ago from a nightmare so we had a talk and believe me, you can't judge her before you heard her story."

"Okay, tell me" Harm told his mother what Sarah had just told him and they agreed that something needed to be done.