(A/N)- Another chapter from Shelby's POV.

Scott had his arm around me and was sort of helping me walk. We walked into the infirmary and I saw that Sophie was the one who was on the night shift that night. She saw us walk in and jumped up out of the chair she was sitting in. She moved around from behind the desk and rushed herself over to us.

"What happened?" She asked.

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"Mike tried to rape her," Scott answered.

Just hearing him say that brought a sort of realization to me and I almost fell over. Scott grabbed me and looked at with worry. I faked a smile and stood on my own two feet again.

"I'm okay," I said softly.

Scott looked at me with doubt.

"I'm fine," I said more sternly to him but I could tell he still didn't believe me.

Sophie put one of her arms on the other side of me and led me over to one of the beds. They helped me lay down. Just moving hurt. The places where Mike grabbed me hurt and I could tell that I was going to have bruises, assuming I didn't already.

Sophie looked to Scott and asked, "Where is Mike now?"

"If I hurt him as bad as I think I did, he should still be on the ground out there," Scott responded.

"You hurt him?" Sophie asked in surprise.

Scott looked at her in disbelief and said, "Yeah."

"Okay. You two stay here for a minute. I'm going to call a doctor to look at Shelby and I'm going to have to call Peter about Mike. I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

With that, Sophie left the room. I heard her faintly calling Peter and explaining that I was here and that I looked pretty bad but I haven't gotten a chance to look at myself so I wasn't sure if she was exaggerating or not.

I looked over at Scott and saw him looking at me with sad eyes.

"Scott, I'm fine," I said. I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince more though. Him or myself.

Scott shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed I was laying on.

"I'm so sorry, Shel." He said softly, still shaking his head.

"What are you apologizing for, Scott? You're not the one who did this to me," I said to him.

"I know but it was my idea for us to meet up tonight. If I didn't want to see you tonight then he never would have gotten the chance to get you."

"Scott, this isn't your fault," I said. "Now don't make me have to tell you that again."

"Okay. I'll be right back. I'm going to check with Sophie about when the doctors going to be here."

I didn't say anything. I just nodded.

He grabbed my hand and lifted it up to him mouth, laying a kiss on the back of it.

"I love you," He said.

I smiled.

"I love you, too."

Scott walked out of the room and I faintly heard him ask Sophie about the doctor. I didn't hear the response from Sophie though. I heard the two talk quietly about how bad I looked but I tried to ignore it.

Now that I was in the room by myself I took off the invisible mask I was wearing. I kept telling Scott that I was fine but I wasn't.

Tonight I had to do one of the worst things I've ever done while enduring another one of the worst things in my life. I was almost raped and I had to pretend like I was enjoying it. I felt disgusted with myself. I felt how I use to feel when I was on the streets and every night at home with Walt.

A tear fell down my cheek and I took in a sharp breath as the salty tear hit a cut on my cheek. I touched the cut with my finger and that just made it sting even more. I felt around my face a little and noticed a couple of other cuts. I think I received them when Mike either threw me against the wall when I tried to get away or when he threw me to the ground. I couldn't be sure which time. I knew tears would only make the cuts hurt more but I couldn't stop myself from crying.

I moved myself into a position where my knees were against my chest and I was hugging them. I just cried and let myself go for several moments. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I forced myself to stop crying and it was just in time.

Scott and Sophie walked back into the room now joined by Peter and Mike. The sight of Mike made me tense. I didn't care how badly Scott had hurt him or how helpless he looked, I was still scared of him. I noticed Scott give Mike a glare and then walk over to the bed I was in.

I looked up into Scott's eyes and I knew he could tell that I was crying. My eyes only moved when I hurt a noise which was Peter shoving Mike into a chair by the door. Peter looked at Mike like he wanted to kill him. It was so strange; I'd never seen Peter like this.

Peter walked over to me and asked, "Are you okay?"

I nodded but didn't say anything. It was easy for me to lie to Scott and Sophie about how I felt. I couldn't lie to Peter though. I didn't trust my voice to not say how I really felt so all I could do was nod. I wouldn't make eye contact with Peter and I think he knew that I was doing that on purpose.

Peter sat down on the bed and then I finally looked at him. He finally got to see my face and body and how badly I was hurt. He didn't say anything but he looked to Sophie and nodded. At that, she left the room. I don't know where she went and I kind of didn't care.

I heard Mike move and I took my eyes off Peter and cast them to him. I tensed again and up until that point, I didn't even notice I ever relaxed. I saw Mike looking at me and I tried to back further away from him but there was no where to go. My back was against the headboard of the bed and I couldn't move back anymore.

Scott must have noticed that I was trying to move for he lightly brushed one of my arms and said, "We won't let him hurt you again, Shel."

I think that was suppose to be comforting but at this moment, it wasn't. Nothing was comforting.

Sophie walked back into the room and said, "The doctors on his way."

I think Peter nodded but my eyes were still on Mike so I couldn't be sure.

"Come on, Shelby. Let's get you some new clothes." Peter said and stood up from the bed.

I looked at him and then down at my clothes. They were all ripped. I nodded and said, "Good idea."

"I'll go to the girls dorm and get some clothes for her," Sophie said.

"Okay. Just don't wake any of them up. I don't want them to worry," Peter responded

"No!" I said before I could stop myself. "I want them here. Especially Daisy and Rachel. They warned me something bad was going to happen and they were right. They deserve to be here so they can say 'I told you so'."

Sophie looked at Peter as if asking permission and Peter nodded. I hope that meant Sophie was going to come back with clothes and the girls.

I saw Peter and Scott away from the bed and I thought they were going to leave me in the room with him by myself. My eyes glazed over with un-shed tears.

"Where are you going?" I almost screamed to them. "You can't leave me in here with him!"

"We're not leaving, Shelby. We're just grabbed some of the chairs over on the other side of the room and bringing them over here," Peter said soothingly.

I looked down. I was kind of embarrassed that I got so scared just because they moved three feet away.

I felt so helpless right now. It's a strange feeling for me actually. I haven't felt helpless in a long time; not since I started to attend Horizon. This was my sanctuary; my safe place; my home. I was strong here. But not anymore. What happened to me? Why am I letting someone as low as Mike get to me? I know I shouldn't. I know I'm better than this.

Interrupting my train of thought was Sophie, Daisy, Rachel and Juliet walking in the room. I didn't know Juliet was going to come but I didn't mind either. Sophie was half way over to the bed I was in to hand me new clothes when Daisy punched Mike.

I was shocked. I never saw Daisy hit someone. And what she did to Mike wasn't just a slap or anything. She punched him with all of her strength. Mike grabbed his now bleeding nose and made a noise that I assumed was from pain.

"Daisy!" Peter screamed. "Enough."

I could tell Daisy wanted to do more damage but she didn't. She walked over to me quickly and looked at me how Scott was looking at earlier; like what happened was their fault when it really wasn't.

"I knew you shouldn't have went," Daisy said softly to me.

"Wait. You knew she snuck out after hours?" Peter asked.

"Yes, I knew," Daisy said and looked to Peter. "We all did."

"All right. You guys will get your punishment for that later; after we deal with this."

Sophie handed me fresh clothes and said, "Here. You can go change in the bathroom right over there." She pointed to a door.

I got off of the bed and winced in pain. Everyone reached for me to help me, I think but I backed away.

"I can walk, you guys," I said sternly.

I walked into the bathroom and kicked my shoes off first. I finally got the chance to look at myself in the mirror. I didn't think my face would be so bad but it really was bad. I had a cut on my right cheek, the left side of my forehead and another cut on my left cheek. I had a bruise forming on the right side of my forehead and the right side of my cheek around the cut. I noticed that I had a light bruise around my mouth, I assume from when Mike grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him countless times.

I looked down at my shirt and sighed. I liked this shirt and now it was in shreds. I pulled the shirt over my head and let out a soft scream of pain as I did so. I looked at my arms and saw bruises on them from Mike grabbing them. I also noticed that I had a pretty deep cut on my belly. I probably got that from when he threw me on the ground. I took off the bra and noticed a bruise on my breast. I turned around and moved my head so I could see my back and I saw several forming bruises all over my back from having it pushed against the wall so hard.

I took off the jeans and noticed that my legs weren't too bad. I had a forming bruise on my thigh and I think I twisted my left ankle but other than that, my legs weren't bad. At least, not compared to the rest of my body.

I put on the blue pajama pants first which were nice and comfortable compared to the jeans I was wearing. I then pulled a white female style wife-beater over my head and hissed in pain when the clothe touched the cut on my belly.

I turned over to the mirror again and looked at my reflection. The shirt I was wearing showed the bruises on my arms. I guess this was the best I would be able to hide it though.

I sighed and turned to the door to open it. I reached for the door knob but then I stalled. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I turned the door knob and walked back out by everyone. They all looked over to my as I walked back to the bed.

I sat down on the bed and that movement hurt the cut on my belly. I took a sharp in take of air and let it out slowly. I resisted the strong urge to move my hand and touch the wound. I felt more than saw everyone looking at me. I looked up to them and I knew they all wanted to know what cut or bruise I just responded to.

I shook my head and said, "It's nothing, you guys. Don't worry."

"If it was nothing than you wouldn't have responded to it," Juliet said.

"Fine." I said and lifted up the shirt just enough to show the cut on my belly.

Everyone gasped and I heard Juliet say 'oh my god'.

I put the shirt down again and asked, "Happy now?"

Before anyone responded I looked over to the door and saw a female doctor and Curtis walk in. I knew why the doctor was here and I assumed Curtis was there to arrest Mike. At least, I hoped he was here to arrest Mike.

Mike must have noticed that Curtis was a cop even though he was out of uniform for Mike tried to get up and run but Scott must have really hurt his leg for he didn't get very far before Curtis grabbed him and shoved him against the wall. He pulled his arms behind his back and cuffed them. Curtis turned Mike around and shoved him back into the chair he was sitting in before.

"Don't move!" He demanded and looked over to me. "Are you okay?"

"I've had worse things happen to me," I said. "Thanks."

Curtis nodded and grabbed Mike again. He didn't bother saying good-bye or anything before he pulled Mike out of the room. Seeing Mike get pulled out of the room was in a way, sort of comforting. He wasn't by me anymore.

Sophie asked Scott, Daisy, Juliet and Rachel to wait outside of the room but Scott argued and Peter said it was okay for him to stay.

The doctor walked over to me and without even looking at my whole body she said, "Well, you got beat up pretty badly."

I gave her a look that clearly said 'no shit!' and laid down.

She smiled and said, "Forgive me for stating the obvious. I'm Dr. Evans."

She leaned over and took out Hydrogen Peroxide, cotton balls and bandages. She got one of the cotton balls wet with Hydrogen Peroxide and started to clean the cut on my forehead. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the cut stinging but it didn't work so I gave up. She cleaned and bandaged up all the cuts on my face.

"Are these cuts on your face your only cuts?" Dr. Evans asked.

"No. I have a pretty bad cut on my belly," I responded.

"How bad?" She asked.

"I'll leave that decision up to you."

I pulled the shirt up and folded it over so it would stay off of my belly. She wet another cotton ball and started to clean the deep gash on my stomach. I hissed in pain and shut my eyes tight. Scott came up next to me and touched my hand. I grabbed his tightly. I knew it was Scott by the familiar feel of his hand.

"I'm sorry if I'm hurting you, Shelby. But this is a bad cut. It's pretty deep and I think it already got infected. Do you know what you cut it on?" Dr. Evans asked.

I shook my head and said, "No. I think I got it when he threw me on the ground outside but I was a little pre-occupied at the moment so I'm not sure"

I struggled to keep myself from yelling at her. She was trying to be nice and help but I just didn't want to deal with it right now.

She finally stopped cleaning it with the Hydrogen Peroxide but the burning sensation was still there. She bandaged the cut up and tried to be as gentile as possible, I think.

"I'm not 100 percent sure but you will probably need to get stitches," Dr. Evans said.

"Of course," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

I opened my eyes and looked down at my belly with the big, white bandage over it. I frowned a bit and pulled the shirt back down. I sat up and winced in pain as my belly moved causing the cut to hurt even more.

"Is the rest bruises?" Dr. Evans asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Just the ones on your face and arms?"

"No. I also have one forming on one of my breasts, there's one on my leg and I have some on my back."

"How bad are they?"

"The one of my leg isn't bad at all. The one on my breast isn't too bad but I'm not sure about the ones on my back."

"Can I see them?" She asked me.

I turned my back to her and lifted the shirt up. I kept my front covered and revealed my back to her. I felt all of them looking at my back and there was a silence. Scott walked around in front of me again and looked at me.

"Shelby, you didn't tell me you were this bad," He said.

"I've had worse done to me, Scott. Relax," I responded.

"Worse? When did you ever get worse done to you?" Dr. Evans asked. "You've been raped before?"

"Can I put my shirt down first before I answer that?" I asked

"Yeah."

"Thanks," I said and put the shirt down and turned back to face her. "Giving you my whole life story would take too long so I'll give you the summed up version. My step-father started to sexually abuse me when I turned 13 and then when I was almost 15 I started to run away and I lived on the streets for months at a time. Since I had no money and refused to go home, I had to prostitute myself on the streets. A guy I was with one night hurt me worse than this. I was actually in the hospital that night," I turned to Peter. " Which is how my mother finally found me and brought me here."

After saying all of that I looked down. Talking about that was so strange. I knew everyone in the room, besides Dr. Evans, knew about my past but it was still strange talking about it so casually.

A tear fell down my cheek and Scott wiped it away. He pulled me close to him and held me. At that point, I didn't care that I was hurt. I didn't let the cuts or bruises bother. Me in his arms right then was the only thing that mattered.

"I love you so much, Shelby," Scott whispered.

I started to cry but this time it was a mix of tears; happy and sad. I was sad because of everything that had happened tonight and of my past. However, I was happy for I knew that no matter what came out about my past or what happened to me, Scott still loved me and would be there for me. I was a battered and bruised damaged good but he loved me anyways.

(A/N)- This is a long chapter, I know. I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter so please let me know what you guys think of it.