Just then, Lily gave out a huge sneeze, sniffling a bit. Another one followed quickly. Brendan tilted his head and looked at her face, which was entirely flushed. He felt her forehead and pulled his hand back, it was warm. She probably had a fever or was getting one. "Nevermind that right now, you need to get back in the hot water and let your body warm up. Can you do that for me, Lily?"

She nodded, anything to get him out of that room for now. She needed to think. She'd told him too much and she needed some way to take it all back. He smiled softly and stood up, helping her up as well. Lily watched him leave and locked the door before removing her towel and sinking once more into her steaming and very inviting bath. Laying down as best as she could, all scrounched up, she ran a plan through her mind. First, she could get herself back to normal and get her clothes back. Then, he would undoubtably question her some more about Wayne. Brendan was the LAST person she wanted to talk to about Wayne, no matter what he was doing to her. She could tell him that she was lying, just to make him feel sorry for her... But he probably wouldn't buy it. Or she could just deny she said anything and deny anything had happened between them...

But something had happened between she and Wayne. Something that kept happening every night she went to sleep, in her dreams, he'd come back and do those horrible things to her, touch her where she wasn't asking him to, make her touch him... Lily shuddered and let her head dip back more into the water, when it came to rest, only her nose and some of her mouth was sticking above the water, letting her breath comfortably.

It was her own fault for letting them wind up alone in his car together. He was drunk, as usual. She just wanted to go home, but he wanted to mess around. She kept telling him she wasn't ready, she didn't want to... She had almost unlocked the door and gotten out when he grabbed her hands, pulling her up against him. He was pushing her down on the seat, his breath reaked of alcohol, his hands were all over her body, touching and groping, shoving her down. Lily was screaming at him to stop, but he wouldn't... He..wouldn't stop...

"She should be out by now..." Brendan muttered to himself, pacing outside the door. Stopping, he pressed his ear up against, listening intently. A soft cry came from within followed by a splash of water. "Lily?" He called, knocking on the door. There was no reply, he tried the handle but it was locked. "Lily?" He asked, louder this time. Still no reply. Bracing himself, he slammed his shoulder against the door. It didn't give, but did move quite a bit. He tried again and it busted open.

Lily lay in the tub, mostly submurged in the water, her eyes closed and she seemed asleep. Except, she was squirming, her hands seemed to be clawing at an imaginary attacker. He ran forward and dropped on his knees by the tub, his hands grabbing her shoulders and pulling her up gently. Her nails were quickly digging into his skin, but he didn't let go until she was sitting up and leaning against the wall.

"Lily!" He shouted, holding her face in his hands. "Wake up!"

She let out a sharp cry and shot forward, her eyes wide awake now. She looked all around the room then back at him, then down at herself, naked, in the tub. Then her eyes centered back on him and narrowed.

Brendan let go of her bare shoulders and stepped back as she grabbed a towel and covered herself, blushing madly. "What the hell do you think you were doing!" She shreiked. Brendan himself was blushing, looking away from her body.

"You were screaming... It's been like, a hour, I guess you fell asleep... But you were having a nightmare. Would you rather I'd just let you drown or something?" He said softly. Lily looked back at the water, suddenly realizing it was no longer hot and comforting, but now luke-warm and giving her goose bumps.

"Wait, you said an hour?" She looked back at him, confused.

"Yeah, it's like, 2 AM now..."

Lily shot up out of the water, wrapping the now wet towel around her. "I have to go! If my parents find out I'm out this late, they're gonna kill me... I was supposed to be home BEFORE 1... Shit, shit, shit..." She stepped out of the tub, unplugging the water stopper first. "Where are my clothes?" She was heading out the door when he stopped her.

"Lily, you can't go home now. We have to talk." Brendan said firmly, his eyes meeting hers. She froze up.

"About what?"

"Wayne. What he's doing to you, what he's doing to other women, you can't just let this go."

"No, we don't. We don't have to talk about anything. I don't need any help, everything's fine. Just let me go home, please." Lily pleaded, her eyes wide and worried.

"Everything's fine? Everything's FINE! What the fuck were you crying for earlier, huh? And that dream you just had, where you tried to gouge my eyes out while I was waking you, look me in the eye and tell me you weren't dreaming about him and what he did." Brendan's jaw was squared and he was staring at her.

"I wasn't." She said quickly, her eyes averting his and instead staring at the wall behind his head. "I don't even remember what I was dreaming about. And I'm glad I almost gouged out your eyes, who knows? Maybe you weren't in here to 'save me' from my nightmare, maybe it was just to cup a feel while I was sleeping and you just made up the nightmare?"

"Don't you DARE accuse me of doing anything so vile. I'm NOT Wayne, Lily. What the hell happened to you? The old Lily wouldn't have taken shit from a guy like Wayne, wouldn't have given him the time of day, much less dated him. The old Lily didn't take shit from anyone."

"Well, just MAYBE you BROKE the old Lily, huh?" She spun on her heel with that and shoved past him, clutching her towel to her as she stomped down the hallway, looking around for any clue to a laundry room. Opening a random door, she was pleased to find a washer and dryer staring back at her. Opening the dryer, she stuck her head half-inside, poking around, but returned with nothing but his boxers and shirts.

"Looking for these?" Came a voice behind her. She turned to find Brendan holding a stack of neatly folded Lily laundry. Her panties and bra were even on top, conveniently. She growled and headed toward him, trying to snatch them from his hand, but he held them up. Fully knowing she couldn't reach, she just glared at him, rage brewing inside.

"Give. Them. BACK." She hissed, her fists clenching.

"Only if you promise you'll talk to me." He retorted, holding them up even higher, daring her to jump.

"Fuck you." Lily replied quickly, even giving him the finger for emphasis.

"Then you don't get these."

"Fine. Keep them. I'll steal YOUR clothes." She smirked before turning around and opening a door. She made sure it was his room and locked it before forcing it shut on him.

Brendan stood there in the hallway, holding clothes up over his head, a blank look on his face. She'd rather steal his clothes and let him keep hers then talk to him about what Wayne was doing to her. Slowly, he lowered the clothes, sighing softly. Dropping them outside the door, he knocked, "You can have them."

She opened the door and picked up the pile of clothes, sending him a glare before shutting it again, presumeably to get dressed.