First of all – thank you to those who have favourite/followed/reviewed the previous chapter.

Seeing as this is the chapter where Donnie's story is told, I will repeat my warning, this story contains attempted rape, DO NOT read this chapter if it may be upsetting/a trigger for you.

Donnie's experience is based on a fan-art strep called 'the Donnie' it is not created by me and I don't own it. I ask you to check it out though, so you can see where I'm coming from.

I do not own TMNT in any way shape or form.

Five minutes later Mikey came back with the water and a bar of chocolate. "Here." He said kindly to Donnie, who had stopped crying completely now, but was still shaking a little bit. The purple-banded turtle stared at the chocolate like it might attack him, before tentively reaching out a hand and taking it. He nibbled it, and then started licking it like a child might do an ice-lolly.

Mikey smiled, giving Raph the water. He understood why Donnie didn't want to gulp it all down at once, chocolate was precious to them. The only reason they had some now was because April had been kind enough to give it to them on her birthday which was a week ago.

"What do you think happened?" Mikey asked, standing next to Leo.

"No idea. But whatever it is, it's obviously no light matter."

"Do you think the foot got him?" That question was asked in earshot of Raph, who had edged Donnie of his lap and left him quite contently eating the chocolate.

"I don't think so, he's not bleeding."

"How is he…?"

"He's calmed down a bit now – He ain't shaking."

"Should we ask him what happened?" Leo asked, feeling helpless, which was a feeling he hated. As the leader he was used to having answers.

"Yeh, but not now. Let him finish dat chocolate first."

"Looks like you were right about it being good for nerves." Leo remarked to Mikey, who smiled sheepishly.

"Well yeah, I mean, technically speaking the reason it's a comfort food is because of its calories."

"And which scientist proved that?" Raph said, patronisingly, while keeping a steady eye on Donnie.

"Well none…but it's a well-believed theory."

It seemed an age until Donnie finally finished, although in reality it had only been five minutes. Then his brothers sat around him, all unsure about how to phrase the question that was racing through their minds.

Eventually it was Mikey that broke the silence. "What happened?" he asked, gently, looking at Donnie.

His genius older brother, who suddenly seemed about 10 years younger, subconsciously snuggled into Raph's side at the question. "Do I have to?" he whined, pitifully.

"Yes." Raph said bluntly. "How are we gonna help ya if we don't know what's happened?"

Don, appreciating the logic of the question took a deep breath and started to talk.

"Alright…so I was down the junkyard…and had been for a couple of hours. And there was this guy there." Don clammed up at that, nails digging into Raph's arm making him wince.

"Go on." Leo said encouragingly; next to him Mikey frowned, he had an uncomfortable feeling he knew where this recollection was heading and he didn't like it. Leo, however, seemed clueless.

"Alright…so, he came up to me. Asked me if I was looking for something specific. I told him it was just a fan. He said he'd help me look. So he did. We looked for about 15 minutes, and then I found it and told him. He said…" Don's body suddenly gave an involuntary jerk and he clung to Raphael's arm so tightly he actually broke the skin; though Donnie didn't seem to notice and Raphael certainly wasn't going to tell him.

"He said. 'Really? So soon?' I said. 'Yes, I'm going now, so, thank you for your help and goodbye.' And I turned to go, but he caught my arm. 'Not yet you aren't' he said." Don paused again, and gulped. He was still clinging to Raph, now with his eyes closed and he was lying across the whole sofa. Leo was sitting in Master Splinter's chair, now realising where this was heading, the eldest was taking deep breaths to avoid punching a wall, because he knew if he did Don would automatically assume it was his fault Leo was angry and that wouldn't help matters at all.

Mikey was in front of Don's head, on the floor, hand resting on Donnie's arm, for once not smiling.

"And then he put one hand on my thigh and moved the other across to my beak." Don opened his eyes and then quickly shut them again, but the two-second glance had told Mikey everything he needed to know. Don was ashamed. The next couple of sentences came out in a torrent of words so fast that if they hadn't spent 15 years being trained to pick up the slightest sound there's a very good chance the three brothers wouldn't have heard a word.

"He tried to get me down on the ground, but I kicked out at him, catching him in the leg. He yelled and dropped me. I tried to get up, but he put his foot on my plastron to stop me. I think I grabbed him by the foot and yanked him to the ground. Then I ran for it."

"You think?" Leo asked, from the armchair.

"I can't really remember. I remember what happened before, and I remember running back here, but I can't remember what happened in between."

Leo nodded, that made sense, in the heat of the moment you don't think –you do.

After that there was silence. Klunk, sensing something was wrong, leapt onto Donnie's plastron. He jumped, but relaxed when he saw it was only the cat and, shifting into a sitting position, cradled said cat in his arms and stroked him.

"So, had that guy been down the junkyard before or not?" Leo asked, wanting to get the facts.

"A couple of times. He's been there this past week, but tonight's the first time he's interacted with me."

"And the last." Raph muttered, darkly, rubbing his arm to get the blood of. He'd already thought of ten ways to kill the guy.

"Where's Master Splinter?" Don asked suddenly, looking around wildly.

"Away on his trip remember?" Mikey said, doing his best to sound patient and caring while at the same time wishing the creep that hurt his brother was in front of him so he could have the pleasure of breaking his neck. "He left this morning. He'll be back on Sunday."

The genius's face crumpled "But I want him now." He sobbed and with that Don buried his face in Klunks fur, who thankfully didn't seem to mind being used as a hanky.

'You're not the only one.' Leo thought and a look at Raph and Mikey told him they felt the same.