I woke up again with tear streaks on my face. I felt awful as soon as I woke. I started crying and the memories, unbidden, flooded back. He had raped me. And it had hurt because he wasn't gentle or nice but fast and mean. He had hit me and hurt me and Eve had stood by as he had done it. As the tears had fallen down my face she had stood smiling. I felt horrible and most of all there was an even bigger problem. He hadn't used protection, at all. I hated him at that moment. Hated him deeply. But I didn't have the energy to keep it up long. I hadn't eaten for at least one day maybe two, or drunk anything. My energy levels had dipped and I barely had the strength to keep crying.

At least he had dressed me again afterwards. Well by dressed I meant shoved an oversized t-shirt over my head. Then yes I was dressed. They had gloated afterwards and said things. Things that as of yet I didn't want to think about. But I couldn't stop the thoughts clouding my head and a tear slipped down my face…

3 days later.

I drew in a shaky breath as the door opened. I didn't have the strength to move or even shut my eyes against the bright light that filtered through the door. I was so lethargic even Eve and Shanes constant visits of pain inflicting barely registered. Well they did but I was so tired I didn't show the emotion on my face. I heard the person walk and kneel by my side.

"Claire?" The boy said to me. Wait not a boy, Michael. What was he doing here?

"Michael?" I said stunned.

"Oh God Claire, stay still. I'll have you out of the chains soon." He then promptly started to rip them off me.

Then he picked me up in his arms and I relaxed against his touch. He smiled down at me and I smiled back. Then he began running out of the building, fast. Into the cold, black night. He didn't pause, simply continued to run back to the Glass house. When we reached the Glass house he ran straight into my room and laid me on my bed. A fine layer of dust lay over the duvet.

I was tired and I heard Michael say something, but I didn't hear the words. I had drifted into a comforting sleep.

I woke in the morning and I felt wretched. I sat up and noticed that Michael had kept a silent Virgil beside me. He was asleep in the chair beside me. His golden hair, messy and tussled. I smiled, in sleep he truly looked like an angel. Trying not to wake him, I got up and walked out of the room. I went for a shower.

The water was warm and inviting and it helped. The warm water flooding down my back and shoulders. But I couldn't help but notice how many bruises and cuts littered my body. How much they had hurt me, physically and mentally.

When the water started to cool I stepped out of it and was faced with a dilemma. Michael was in my room, how did I get dressed?

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