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Author's Note: Sorry for the lack of updates, I've been busy with end of Grade 12 stuff, but I graduated today, so I've got plenty of time on my hands now. =] Please R+R


"Stop…just please."

"Now, now Peyton, no need to beg," he smirked, running a hand up her bruised thigh.

Another drunken snicker fell from his lips as he slid his hand under the fabric of her dress.

"You always were a tease," he growled, his cruel fingers running over the lace of her underwear.

"No…go away!" she pleaded, her trembling hands pushing at his.

"What's that? Peyton saying no to sex?" He laughed in disgust. "Now there's a first."

"NATHAN STOP!"

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"NATHAN STOP!"

She awoke suddenly, jerking herself upright. Her chest heaved as she struggled to gain some form of normal breathing pattern. Her eyes flickered open, sunlight filtering through her tear swollen lids. Her hands trembled, her stomach lurched.

"Nathan?"

The thick male voice filled the room, slamming into Peyton's trembling frame. She flinched as a lump formed in her throat. She shook her head furiously, clinging to the bed sheets for dear life. Her eyes finally fell upon her fiancés figure standing in the doorway. Her breathing staggered. Her pulse raced.

"It…it was…was just a bad dream" she stuttered. He frowned and crossed the room and joined her on the bed. "Well, you're awake now. It's all okay" he whispered, gently placing a hand on her bruised cheek.

He smiled inwardly when she didn't flinch under his touch. This was the first time in the 2 weeks since her attack she'd allowed him to touch her. "So what do you want to do today?" She swallowed, lowering her gaze. "I um…I think I wanna come home."

When he pulled the door shut to her room, one thought was still plaguing his mind. NATHAN STOP. Her words echoed through his soul. "Are you alright Luke?" Brooke questioned, noting Lucas's weary expression.

He shook his head, ridding the confusion from his mind before pulling his lips into a small smile. "She wants to come home," he whispered. "That's great!" the brunette announced. He nodded in agreement. "Yeah," he paused, furrowing his brow. "Brooke…I…I know you said Peyton didn't know her attacker…but…you know what, it doesn't matter." He shook his head, brushing off his trail of thoughts. Brooke titled her head, eyes focused on his distracted gaze. "Did…did Peyton say something to you?" Brooke questioned.

He fixed his gaze on hers, eyes meeting in an unified understanding. "She had another bad dream, only this time she was calling out in her sleep too…" Lucas watched as Brooke swallowed. "She said 'Nathan stop!'…" Brooke unlatched her gaze from his, fiercely trying to decided on a course of action. "Brooke." She let out a deep puff of air, reluctantly returning her gaze to his, eyes filled with sorrow and apologies "Luke…I…" she stuttered, unsure of how to complete her sentence.

"I'm gunna kill him."