Disclaimer: The disclaimer saying I don't own the X-Men was stolen.
Rahne blinked her eyes open and looked around. She honestly didn't remember coming back to Roberto's room that morning. She had fully planned to do her homework and maybe spend some time playing outside, but now it was midafternoon. Slowly she sat up and looked around. Roberto was no where in sight. "Roberto?" she asked sliding off the bed pulling the sheet with her. She looked around for her clothing and finally found her jeans. She yanked them on and whimpered loudly when they brushed against her abdomen. Biting her lip she walked over the mirror and knelt on the bed looking at herself. Her eyes widened at the dark bruises forming on her lower body. Since it hurt to wear her jeans, Rahne wrapped the sheet around her waist and pulled on her shirt, which she'd finally spotted under the bed. She darted to her room wincing with every step and collapsed on her bed. "What have I done," she whispered tears starting to fall down her cheeks.