So, I get that I don't update very often, but this story gives me some pretty serious writer's block. Did you notice that I didn't do Gloria's accent in the last chapter? I need appreciation for the things I do to help it flow for you. I mean, seriously, "was it really necessary for you to do Gloria's accent in your writing?" come on, I wouldn't criticize you for something like that, the way you do your stories, is your way. And I may not continue this because, it may not be the most original, but how many stories are there out there that are complete duplicates. Seriously, you can criticize, but I cannot continue on ONLY criticism. Enjoy…

"Talk" she growled.

Alex POV

I felt trapped. Hayley towered over me, glaring at me. There was no one to save me from her, she was alone, and I could tell by the singing. I didn't know what to do as her hand made its way toward me, "NO!" I screamed, she recoiled, her look of horror growing, "Please…" I sobbed, "Don't hurt me!" I whined between sobs, choking as the words burned through my throat. "A-Alex" she whispered, almost soothingly, "I-I would never h-hurt you" she choked out the last two words.

She squatted, looking me directly in the eyes, pulling my chin up with her index finger when I cast my gaze downward. "Alex, the only thing I want to do right now is help. I want to be here for you! I want you to talk to me! To trust me! I want you to talk to me! I want to be your sister!" she began, accentuating some words she felt were necessary, and it didn't strengthen her argument; but how could I do that to her? How could I tell her that her boyfriend r…r…raped me? I couldn't make her deal with that. Make her deal with the pain of what she didn't know? I couldn't do that.

"I can't tell you" I said to her.

Hayley POV

"I can't tell you" she said to me, tears falling over her cheeks. Tears fell from my eyes, "Yes you can" my voice cracked mercilessly, I didn't want to hold myself together any longer, but I knew I had to be strong for my sister. Her chest heaved as she sucked in air, "He..." she started, "He…he raped me" her voice fell to a whisper, and I could feel myself paling, getting lightheaded. Raped? What? I-I can't…raped? I needed to stay strong, I cleared my throat to strengthen myself, "Who? Alex, who raped you?" she stopped and looked me in the eyes, tears growing stronger, sobs getting louder, she collapsed into me, and I still wasn't sure what to do. I held her, cooing to her, hushing her, "Shhh, Who did this Alex? Who raped you?"

She pulled back and looked me in the eyes, "Alex, who? Please, please tell me!" my voice cracked again in desperation, I needed to know. The broken look in her eyes tore me to pieces, "I'm sorry Hayley" she told me, "I'm so sorry" I couldn't understand, I didn't know what she was talking about. I asked her who, to please tell me, and she said sorry, like she did something wrong.

Suddenly, the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I choked on the thought, physically gagging, Dylan? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO! He wouldn't. Sobs wracked her body, and I rocked her, cooing to her while scratching up and down her back with my fingernails. I'm failing at sorting my thoughts, but was interrupted when Alex tensed, and tensed hard. I could hear and feel the garage door. Mom? Oh how I hope so. I heard the door open and plastic bags rustling in the kitchen, "Hayley? Alex?" a voice called. MOM! "Mom? We're upstairs!" I heard her footsteps on the stairs as she made her way up to us.

Claire POV

I stomped up the stairs, and strolled into the girls' room, stopping short at the sight in front of me. "Alex? Hayley? Are you okay?" I asked worriedly as I fell to my knees before them on the ground where Hayley held Alex close in her arms. "What happened? Are you girls okay?" I asked again, concern dripping off my words, thick like honey. "Alex? Honey?" I started, scared about where this was going to go. Hayley stepped instead, "Mom…" I stared her in the eye, willing her to go on, "Alex was…Alex was raped."

I feel like I've been hit by a truck, then Alex starts to scream; "NO! HAYLEY! You told me you wouldn't tell! You told me I could trust you! Why would you do this?!" she screamed. I sat there, stunned, watching the scene play out before me, "I'm sorry! She had to know! You need help Alex!" Hayley yelled back, the tears she shed thickening her voice. "NO!" Alex screamed once more, and I allowed her to walk out the door; I looked over to Hayley, curled practically in the fetal position, completely broken and sobbing hysterically. I felt to numb to cry, so instead I pulled her to me, laying the top half of her body on my lap, and rocking her back and forth.

"Shhh, Hayley. Shhh, you did the right thing. Shhh, you're okay, Alex…Alex is going to be okay, and we're going to help her. Shhh…" I cooed, scraping my nails over her back to soothe her, but it didn't work, her sobs only got louder. How did this happen? How did this happen to my family? First it was me and Alex on the floor before she went who-knows-where? And now it's me and Hayley, after finding out exactly what had happened to my daughter. I couldn't help but feel like my family was shattering and that there was nothing I could do about it.

As we sat there on the floor, in our awkward position, with Hayley crying, I couldn't help but start to think up all the questions that were starting to toy with my logic and emotions. When did this happen? Why? How? The very last question danced around in my mind, but I didn't know how to pose the question, "Hayley, baby, do you…?" I couldn't finish the question, and my heart crumbled when Hayley looked up at me with sad, dark brown eyes willing me to go on. "Do you know…who?" I finally manage to choke out. She searched my eyes, hers seemed to fall even further, into a million new pieces; her silence was unbearable. "Hayley, please…" I plead with her.

She whispered, "…Dylan…"

Alright, you all, I need to know that this a story that people want me to continue. Review, review, review, but please try to limit your rudeness, I don't always take well to it, you can criticize, but for the love of what-the-fuck-ever, please don't be rude!