Disclaimer: I disclaim.
A/N: I am totally lost now and I don't know how to continue especially since I seriously lack in both friendship and love departments. I just hope that it doesn't turn out as horrible as I think it will.
Ichigo and I finally got enough rest and courage to get out of the alley, him in a shirt and a pair of boxers and me with an oversized pair of pants and a jacket. We decided to go to his place since his family is conveniently at the wedding of their distant cousin's step-sister's brother-in-law's aunt in a some island where they're staying for the week and also because I didn't want to alarm my mother. When I asked him about the clothes, he said that his tom boy of a younger sister should have something appropriate enough for him to wear and that they probably wear the same size. I refused to wear a girl's clothes, especially one who is a few years younger than me, but let's face it, it IS my best option.
As we walked, people looked at us in a strange way. Some had offensive looks some kept staring while others laughed AND pointed. I felt really angry and guilty for having Ichigo go through this just for me. And what hurt me more was that I knew that if I was in their place I'd be doing the exact same insensitive thing. Although he was the one being laughed at, he didn't react, he just ignored them. That made me like and respect him more.
The next day, I woke up in a bed that didn't belong to me. I felt a source of warmth pressed to my back. I turned back and found Ichigo. At first, I was quite confused, but when the memories from the day before settled in my mind I got up disgusted and went to shower. I had to clean myself from the filth of those gangsters. I could almost feel their fingers in my ass, and it made me feel nauseous. As I remembered the feeling I actually began vomiting in the shower. I slid down and as the horror of the reality of being a halfway rape victim hit me, I began crying right there and then. The only sound soothing me was that of the running water of the shower. I felt tainted, used. The world really was a horrible place, I can't imagine how victims of true rape feel, being used like that and on top of that, left alive to live with the humility and pain.
A/N: I stopped here because I want to know if you want me to change the rating of the story to M starting next chapter. I don't think that I'll be able to right a lemon either way but there is still something else I have in mind if you catch my drift…