My eyes widened once again. A few things were raking my mind. Why is Aria disclosing this to me, of all people? Why didn't she say anything sooner?

I sat up in my bed and rubbed my face. "Do you want to tell my sister?"

"It doesn't matter." Aria rolled over so I could no longer see her face.

"It does though. I know first hand how it feels to be raped, and I made the mistake of never disclosing to Amanda what happened. I..." I bit my bottom lip, debating whether I should disclose to her about my suicide attempt.

"You...what?" She turned around, looking me in the eyes.

"I tried to kill myself because the pain got so bad." I replied. "It doesn't help to keep everything in, Aria. It just hurts you even more."

"You tried to kill yourself?" Her voice cracked.

I nodded. "It's why I wasn't in school for so long. I can't feel anything in my wrists or hands anymore, I have permenant nerve damage because I cut so deep. For awhile I couldn't even use my hands, I had to regain use of them."

"I'm sorry." She mumbled.

"Don't be." I smiled. "I just don't want that to happen to you. You deserve better. That's why I...I really want you to tell my sister."

She bit her bottom lip. "If I do, do I have to go back home?"

"If he's hurting you," I said. "my sister would never allow you to go back to that home."

"I'm scared." Tears started rolling down her face once more.

I stepped off my bed. "You don't have to be anymore, Aria."

She stepped off also. "I'll tell your sister. But only if she'll keep me safe."

I nodded. "She will. I promise."

We left my room, and I lead her to Amanda's room. I knocked on the door, and Amanda's voice sounded "Come in!"

I creaked the door open. The shower was on, and Amanda was in her pajamas watching tv. "Are you guys okay?"

Wrapping an arm around Aria, I shook my head 'no'. "Aria needs help, Mandy."

Amanda furrowed her eyebrows tightly.

Amanda handed Aria a mug of hot chocolate, Aria was wrapped in a blanket on the couch. I was sitting on Nick's lap, Amanda was sitting next to Aria, holding her hand that wasn't wrapped around the blue mug.

"How long as your father been sexually assaulting you, Aria?" Amanda asked softly.

"Ever since I can remember." She looked at her feet, a tear dripped down her face. "I don't really remember a time that he wasn't doing something to me or mom."

Amanda rubbed her arm. "When was the last time he raped you?"

"Today. This morning, before school." She then started crying, Amanda hugged her.

"Would you be willing to do a rape kit?" She asked.

Aria shrugged. "What is it?"

"It's where doctors try to find evidence of any DNA on you, so they can put the bad people in jail." I explained.

Aria looked at me. "Does it hurt?"

"Some things are uncomfortable." Amanda nodded. "But I'll be there with you, every step of the way. We can get your dad in jail. We can put you in a safe place, where no one will ever hurt you again."

"I'll do it." Aria nodded, wiping her tears away. "But I don't want to live with a stranger."

"Do you have any family?" Nick asked.

She shook her head. "My parents are both only children. Their parents are dead. I have no one."

Me, Amanda, and Nick shared a look before I opened my mouth. "What if Aria stayed with us?"

Aria looked up at me. Her expression perking up.

"I think we could do something about that." Amanda nodded. "But first thing in the morning, we'll need to take your statement, and we'll need to get a rape kit done."

Aria nodded, pulling away from Amanda's embrace. "Okay. Do you want to go to sleep now, Anastasia?"

"Sure. Let's go back to bed." I offered, sitting up from Nick's lap.

We went back to bed, and fell asleep. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.