An: after a very long break from writing this story I'm back! I have been working at my originals and growing as a writer. Plus I was gaining the experience I needed to really write this story the way it needs to be written.

Chapter seven:

Lou decided to turn in early and I decided to head out to see Hector. I wanted to offer to teach him. It was in the evening, and most of the boys were still in the Wreck Room but D tent had Counseling tonight. I was halfway there when I was grabbed from behind.

"How about we have some fun." I struggled, his hand was over my mouth so screaming wasn't helping. I knew that it had to be someone from Tent B. All the tents were divided up by the crimes committed. Tent A had the murders, B the rapist, C the arsonists, D was theft and E was disorderly conduct whatever that meant. F was the counselors. He started dragging me towards the lake. It took him about ten minutes to get me far enough out that there was more holes and harder to find us. He checked the hole for yellow spotted lizards then jumped at the same time as pulling me down into the hole too.

"Don't worry, Your going to enjoy this." He breathed into my ear.

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Lou's point of view:

I turned over yet again. I had to admit I was worried. I knew that Alexandria had gone back out to see Hector but with Marion hurt and Pendanski doing the counseling session we were short with People watching the boys. I got up knowing I wasn't going to sleep until I knew she was okay. I picked up the walkie talkie that all the counselors had one.

" Pendanski."

"Yes, Warden?"

"Alexandria headed over that way to speak to Hector, Did she make it okay?"

"she's not here yet."

"She should be she left about 15 minutes ago.""shit." I switched the Walkie talkie so that it broadcast to all of the counselors.

"Counselors get your tents together and do a head check. Then keep them all in the Wreck Room, one counselor stay with the boys and the rest report to me. One of the boys grabbed Marion's niece."

Alexandria point of view:

I started crying. I was what they called a baby dyke. It means that I knew that I was a lesbian without having slept with either guys or girls. In other words I was a virgin. Which meant this fucking hurt. I wanted to curl up and die. Every movement of his hips made me want to throw up and finally I was sick of holding it. I threw up all over him. That just got me a slap across the face. It seemed like I had been here forever but I knew that it was only five minutes so far. Suddenly He was pulled off me. I was pulled out of the hole and gently pushed into Lou's arms. It was my Uncle that had pulled me out. He went over to the boy that I had found out was named Max. He started screaming and if two of the other counselors hadn't been holding him back he would be beating him.

"Shush it's okay sweetie it's okay." Lou was holding me tight and my head was against her chest. She started to pull me towards her cabin, she stopped in front of one of the counselors.

"Get a hold of the attorney general. I want him out of this facility. I want him transferred to an adult prison." With that she started walking us back to the cabin again. We reached the door and she pulled it open slamming it behind her.

"I'm sorry" I felt so bad. I was making things difficult for her again. I should have known better. The afternoons are the most dangerous because they boys aren't supervised as much. And they were down a counselor too because of Uncle Marion's injuries.

" That's get you cleaned up." She pulled me into the bathroom and started to run water.

Since of course there wasn't hot water. I couldn't use scolding hot water like I wanted to. She sat me on the toilet seat and started to pull off my ripped clothes. Setting them in a pile, she helped me stand up and get in the water. Lou grabbed the wash cloth and getting it wet she put some body wash on it. She started on my face, getting the dirt and tear tracks off of my face. She kept going down getting everywhere before she stopped. She had reach my private area.

"Do you want me to, or do you want to get it yourself?" She whispered. I hadn't realized she was close to tears before she started talking.

"Can you do it? It's going to hurt and I don't trust myself to keep going. It needs to be cleaned." She nodded and taking extra care to be gentle scrubbed away the evidence of the rape. We didn't need it there were more then enough witnesses. It hurt badly, and I started crying again. This time Lou started to cry with me. She hugged me to her not caring that I was getting her wet. She held me for awhile before finishing cleaning me. She washed my hair too. It would have been sort of romantic too if it had been in any other situation. She pulled me up and walked me to my room pulling out my favorite p.j's. She pulled the covers over me and kissed my forehead and sat with me until I fell asleep.

An: I know it's horrible but I figured that something bad should happen. I mean it's just not practical for her to not get hurt or the boys try something. I mean they are there for a reason. I also added some of the other tents to the story!