SO SO SORRY for the extremly long time to get it updated. I have school and my computer hates me and then I got sick so I didn't exactly feel like writing...I promise I'll try to update quicker then this last one. So go ahead and read...And thank you to all me good ol reviewers

Phil lifted his hand to lay it on her face but she quickly turned away. He watched her, bewildered. Why would she ever think he would do her any harm?

"Keely. Look at me." He said sternly yet gently as he placed his hand on the other side of her face. He turned it towards him. He looked into her watery eyes.

"How could you ever think I would hurt you?"

She didn't say anything. He looked at her with sympathy.

"You need to tell me what happened. I understand it might hurt you to do so but I can't help you unless I know what happened." He sighed.

"You're cold as ice." He said quietly. Keely just closed her eyes. Phil picked her up and carried her out to the fire. He sat down in front of it with her cuddled up next to him.

"Keely, please. Tell me what happened." Phil begged.

Silence. Phil sighed once more. He decided to just embrace her by the fire until she was ready to talk. Time pasted, he didn't know how long, but Keely never said a word. Until the silence was broken by her voice.

"Four finger." She whispered. Phil was surprised at the sound of her voice.

"What?"

"Uh…four finger." She repeated.

"Four finger?" Phil said confused.

"It was one of…of the guys names." She answered.

"Guys?"

"I was…I…jumped…beaten." She stuttered, trying not to cry. She seemed a little confused.

"Beaten? By who?"

"I…don't know. They…they wore masks and…and stuff."

"Who's Four Finger?" Phil asked.

"He…he had…knives…four of them…taped to his knuckles. Like…like…Wolverine or something. And…he c…cut me." She tried to explain the best she could. That explains the neat rows of four cuts all over her. Phil thought.

He was about to talk but Keely seemed to have found her voice.

"They beat me. Cut me. They took…all my clothes. They held me back. Duct taped my mouth. Pushed me down. Stepped on me. Punched me. Knives… blood…weak. Four of them. Big… guys. Big… strong. Mean." She started to stutter again as she retold the horrible events.

"They did all of the…most horrible…things you could think of." She was trying to hold back the tears as she tried to talk to Phil.

His eyes widened like a brick had just hit him square in the face.

"They didn't rape youdid they?" Phil hastily asked. Keely shut her eyes tight and shook her head.

"No...But I think they were about to." Tears started to leak out. The poor thing was trying so hard not to let them gush.

"They…they…" She hesitated. Phil watched her.

"They…what?