So this is a bit differnt and darker that the rest of the story. Erm...it's not horrendous so enter at your own risk and don't say I didn't warn you.

A week went by and all things were as they should be, well, except that I had a friend's boyfriend staying in my house, but other than that, everything was as it should be. I had seen Morris Delancy a few times, but for the most part he stayed away, much to my relief. Dodger had gotten closer to Blink over that week, and she blushed every time I mentioned his name.

Saturday morning I woke up not wanting to get out of bed, more so than usual. Something was looming in the air; it was sticky and unusually warm for December in Texas. I walked over to Spades' room and knocked on the door. She opened it wrapped in a bathrobe and towel, which meant that she was still getting ready.

"Hey, you want to do something later?" I asked, needing some older/younger sister bonding time.

"I'd love to Angel, but Skittery and I have another date."

"It's ok, but we need to go have some sister bonding time soon!" I said turning around and retreating once more to my room. I was in the middle of getting ready since I had decided to wear makeup that day, an extremely rare occurrence for me simply because I usually didn't have time, when Spot knocked on my door.

"Come in!" I yelled turning down my stereo with the remote.

"Hey, dad said he was working late so you get to drive us," he said.

"Okay, I'm almost ready; you and Spades meet me downstairs in 20 minutes."

"Okay, I'll tell her," he said turning and walking out the door. I put the finishing touches on my makeup before heading downstairs for breakfast. I got down, again grabbed a granola bar and headed out the door with Spot and Spades on my tail.

Work was hectic, as it usually was on Saturdays, but for some reason our guests seemed more on edge than normal. I mean when you work at a hotel some unsatisfied guests are expected, but there was more than that today. During one of our less busy times Blink and I were chatting.

"What is with everyone today Blink?"

"I have no clue Angel, but they all seem a lil edgy don't you think?"

"Yeah, it's weird."

"Hey Blink and Angel," Jack said walking up to the counter.

"Hey Jacky Boy," Blink replied.

"Hey Jack, what're you doin?" I asked.

"Oh you know, just bell hopping, and getting yelled at in general," he grinned.

"Why are you getting yelled at?"

"I don't know, I just am, everyone is jumpy today."

"I noticed that too." Blink interjected.

"It's like the whole world suddenly got taken over by aliens or something," Jack said absently.

"Yeah, like we're the only normal ones." I said looking at the mass chaos in the lobby.

That day, we had a cheerleading convention check in along with a Science Fiction convention; and if that didn't spell disaster nothing did. But when attempting to check in the cheerleaders something with their reservation got messed up and they lost three of their rooms, making some very upset coaches and bored cheerleaders, who started doing cheers and stunts in the lobby. The first few were cute, but after a while the cheerleaders got really annoying. No wonder the Science Fiction geeks, hated them.

This continued on all day, until it was finally time to get Spot and go home. I was tired and wanted to sleep for a month. I clocked out, changed because we were going to stop and get food somewhere and I really didn't want to go in my work clothes, grabbed Spot, and said bye to Jack before heading outside to my car. Spot and I walked out towards the parking garage where I parked my car when I drove, simply because it was easier and cheaper than letting the valet park it. I was rummaging through my purse for my keys when someone stepped on the back of my shoe. Thinking that it was Spot not watching where he was going, I paid it no mind. However, a few moments later it happened again. I looked up to see Spot somewhat in front of me, thus dismissing the fact that it was him. I turned around, and much to my horror, Morris Delancy was standing there.

"Hey toots," He said a lust filled smile stretched across his smug face.

"I thought I told you to leave me alone?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him.

"Yeah, you did, but I told you that no one says no to me."

"Angel, what's going on?" Spot asked walking back to where I was standing.

"Nothing Spot, this scumbag is being an idiot, come on let's go," I said turning around again. Morris grabbed my arm and spun me back to him before grabbing my waist.

"Excuse me, what do you think you are doing?" I asked seething; I hated it when people grabbed me.

"Showing you what happens when people say no."

"Let me go you filthy little slime bucket!" I said trying to squirm out of his grasp.

"Hey, let her go," Spot said stepping toward Morris menacingly.

"I don't think so." Morris said pushing Spot away.

"I said, let me go!" I repeated myself still trying to get out of his grasp. Spot rushed him again but this time Morris gave a low whistle and someone who looked like him stepped out of the shadows with a knife in his hands and headed directly for Spot.

"Spot, look out he has a knife!" I yelled. Spot turned and jumped out of the way before the other man could cut him. However, the other guy grabbed Spot and held the knife to his throat.

"Now, where were we, Angel?" Morris asked with a sneer.

"You were about to let me go," I said still struggling against his grasp. Where was security when you needed them?

"I don't think so," Morris said feeling his way up my shirt. Enraged, I kicked at him causing him briefly to let go and giving me a chance to escape however brief that moment was. I took off toward the driveway when Morris pounced on me knocking me to the oil covered ground.

"Ugh, what do you want with me?" I asked him disgustedly.

"That's just it, I want you," the way he said that made my skin crawl. Next thing I knew I was on my back in the middle of a parking garage with a creep straddling me, and my brother being held at knife point a few feet away. Morris leaned down and roughly crashed his lips onto mine. I reached up and smacked him in the side of the head in a desperate attempt to get him off of me. He leaned back, crushing my legs where he was sitting on them, looked at me with an expression of lustful rage, before pinning my arms to the ground.

"Please, just let me go," I whimpered, all of my fighting spirit flying out through the roof.

"Aw, why would I want to do that?"

"Let her go!" Spot said where the other guy was still holding a knife to his throat.

"Quiet!" the other guy said bringing the blade closer to Spot's throat making him inhale sharply.

"Oscar, keep the kid quiet." Morris shouted.

"Let him go at least, please!" I pleaded not wanting Spot to witness what I knew Morris was about to do.

"And let him call the cops?" he scoffed.

"Dear God, please, please, please help me!" I prayed.

"You're mine now, and there's nothing that can save you!" Morris sneered backhanding my across my cheek. I cried out in pain, which only made Morris and Oscar laugh. With that laugh, all the fighting spirit that had flown suddenly came back. With one well-timed punch, Morris was off of me. I leaped up and ran once more toward the exit. However, Morris jumped up and ran after me, yet again tackling me. This time however, my head collided with a car and I began to slip from consciousness. I could still feel his hands grabbing me, but soon everything went black.

Next thing I knew, my head was killing me and light was just adding to the headache. I shifted a little to my left and groaned because that was the direction that the sun was coming from.

"Angel?" I heard a male voice say. I flipped out thinking that Morris Delancy was in the room somehow. I shot up and got ready to run; when I realized that it was only Spot and that I was only wearing my bra.

"Where's my shirt?" I asked.

"Ah, well, Morris, he, uh kinda ripped it off of you."

"Oh. Did-did he…" I was struggling to get the words out.

"No" Spot answered catching my drift. "Jack got there just in time."

I lay back down, covering myself up with the warm blanket.

"Spot," I asked.

"Yeah?"

"Could you get me a shirt?" He got up and walked over to the closet where we all had extra clothes in case we decided to spend the night on the spur of the moment, grabbed one and tossed it at me. I quickly pulled it over my head, modesty mode kicking into full gear. With that I crawled off of the bed and went to sit by the window, hoping that the warmth from the sun would do something to warm me up on the inside. I felt cold and dirty. That bastard had defiled me while I was unconscious, and that scared me. What if Jack hadn't shown up in time, what if Spot had been killed? These questions raced through my mind, making me dizzy just trying to keep up. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Spot answered it and I heard my dad's voice.

"Is she awake?" I heard him ask.

"Yeah, I'm up." I said standing up. Spot stood aside and let our dad in. He walked over to me and asked me if he could hug me. I nodded, I knew I was safe here and that no one could get me. My dad held me for what seemed like an eternity while I sobbed. Only when my tears subsided, did he let me go.

"Are you going to be okay, my Angel?"

"Yeah, I-I think so. Daddy, I'm scared!" I cried.

"It'll be okay, the police have him in custody. They won't let him out for a very long time." he said smoothing my hair. "The police want you and Sean to go to the hospital to make sure that you're okay."

"We're fine," Spot said.

"Still they want to make sure."

"Ok, daddy, we'll go."

"Jack said that he would drive you over. I'll follow in minute and bring your car to you, okay sweetie?"

"Ok," I said not wanting to put up a fight anymore. I grabbed a pillow off of the bed and headed down with Spot to the lobby where Jack was waiting. I felt the stares of everyone in the lobby following me with every step I took. All I wanted was to be left alone; I didn't want everyone thinking, "Oh look at that poor girl, what a pity what happened to her." I fought the urge to run, but focused on just putting one foot in front of the other. We met up with Jack outside in the driveway where he had his car idling, ready to leave. I climbed into the front passenger's seat and curled up hugging the pillow to my chest. The entire trip I just stared out the window; oblivious to everything that was going on around me. I wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out again.

Two hours later, we finally emerged from the hospital. The police had their questions answered, I had my head checked out and had been poked and prodded more times than I could count. Spot drove Purity home, where my entire family was waiting for me. As soon as I walked in the door, everyone swarmed me. Media somehow managed to push her way to the front, grabbed me by the wrist and led me to the family room where I got to sit down on the couch. That girl knows how to read my mind, I swear. My mom, who had been standing nearby, must have thought this a good time to bring out my comfort food, Chicken and Rice; she was right. I dove into the food, which made me feel a little bit better, I was talking, and still a little shocked, but talking. Jack had brought my dad home, since there wasn't enough room in my car.

"Hey, I was just going to say bye before I left," Jack told Spot and me.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" I asked.

"Yeah"

"Let's go in the kitchen."

"Okay," he said following me. Once we were in there, I pushed myself up on the counter so I could look him in the eye.

"Thanks," I said, "For rescuing me."

"Ah, Spot did most of the work."

"He told me that you showed up just in the nick of time, so I'm just saying thanks. If it hadn't been for you, who knows what condition I might be in right now," I said feeling my eyes well up with tears again.

"Think nothing of it!" he said smiling. "I'll catch you later!"

"Bye" I called watching him walk out the door.

"Hey, Skittery and I just heard, are you okay?" Spades said bursting into the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," I said.

"You sure?" asked Skittery.

"YES" I growled, I was getting tired of people asking me that. I jumped off the counter and headed back into the living room where I settled down on the couch. Riley came and sat down beside me.

"Hey kiddo"

"Hey"

"You want to be left alone right now don't you?" she asked.

"You always were good at that twin telepathy thing," I said sarcastically.

"Ok, just let me know if you need someone to pound something for you," She said in a half mock, half serious tone.

"Thanks Dodger," I slipped out quietly and headed for my shower. It sounded like a welcome respite from the horde gathered downstairs, besides, growing up Riley, and I got all the attention, so Spot could have this fame if he wanted it. I walked into my room and took another purifying shower, scalding hot water turning my skin pink. I got out, put on my pajamas and got ready to turn in for the night, when someone knocked on my door.

Just go away! I thought even though I called, "Come in!" Media walked in and sat on the edge of my bed.

"Hey Acorn."

"Hey Media, what's up?"

"Oh, just coming to cheer you up."

"Thanks, after all I've been through I could use it," I said glumly.

"And how does that make you feel?" she asked, in her I'm a psychologist voice.

"How the bloody heck do you think it makes me feel? I was almost raped! The guy I like saw me in my bra, and my little brother witnessed the whole flipping thing and you ask me how that makes me feel?" I yelled.

"Doesn't it feel good to get it out?" she asked.

"Yeah, I guess. I feel sorry for Spot though, that has to be traumatizing, standing there watching it happen and being helpless to do anything," I said.

"Spot will heal, just like you."

"You know, you really should be a shrink, you're good at it," I laughed.

"There's the Acorn we all know and love!" she said giving me a hug.

"Yeah, but right now the Acorn you know and love is really tired and wants to go to bed!" I said lying down.

"Ok, I get the hint," She said getting up and walking out the door. "Talk to you later, Acorn."

And with that, she turned out the light, letting me drift off into dreamland.