I was so tempted to leave this update for a few days and upload it during exams when I won't have as much time to write but really I just couldn't help myself.

Thankyou to my new followers, favouriters and reviewers. Here is a big step towards Dynasty and Kevin finally fixing those broken hearts.

Chapter Three

The journey to the library seemed endless to Dynasty. Supported by the iron grip of Imogen's tiny hands, Dynasty sank into the battered sofa and drew a packet of tissues from her bag. Pulling the last one out, she sat with it between her hands, wrapping it between her fingers incase a fresh wave of tears caught her by surprise.

"Dynasty, I can't help you if you don't talk to me," said Imogen in frustration, taking the tissue from Dynasty's sweating palms before she could destroy it completely.

"I can't,' Dynasty mumbled but was interrupted before she could say anything else. The sharp crack of the library door made both girls jump and at sight of Kevin's face, contorted somewhere between fury and agony, Dynasty's eyes grew wide.

Connor stumbled in a moment later, breathing hard, and shot Imogen a look of panic.

"So that's what I'm worth to you?" Kevin raged.

His body was tense and though his words were meant for Dynasty, his anger seemed projected to the room at large.

"I..." Dynasty stammered.

Imogen rested a hand on Dynasty's back, who was fighting back new tears.

"You were... you know what you were to me and now you're sleeping with him!"

Dynasty's lips parted but she found herself speechless. She had seen him angry before; seen the hard set of his jaw and the way his lips pressed into a thin, determined line. She had never seen him look that way at her however.

A single, heavy tear dropped silently into Dynasty's lap.

Kevin's eyes softened slightly as he was overpowered by the guilt that battled with his fury.

"I didn't want to," Dynasty whispered so quietly that Kevin was sure he had misheard her.

Behind him, Connor's face was a blank mask. Imogen gasped quietly to herself and took Dynasty's hand but she snatched it back.

"Imogen," Connor said, breaking the silence.

Without another word, Imogen got up and followed Connor out of the library, her eyes wet and horrified.

Dynasty stood up as calmly as she could and wiped her tears with the crinkled tissue Imogen had left behind. She binned it and turned around.

"He raped you," Kevin said, unsure whether he was trying to convince himself it was true or challenge Dynasty to say that it wasn't.

"Don't use that word," Dynasty sobbed softly.

Dynasty sighed internally as she saw the faraway gaze of Kevin's eyes and she imagined the cogs turning in his head. Kevin was always thinking about something and at that moment Dynasty thanked him silently for not looking at her with the same pity that Imogen and Connor had.

The palpable tension that hung between made Dynasty's heart ache for the intimacy they had shared only days ago. Those moments were tainted now. Their kiss, shared in this library, was overshadowed now by this moment. Their first night together was corrupted by the thought of Stevo-O in Kevin's bed, the bed they had shared, violating her in a way she'd never imagined he was capable of.

Dynasty's shudder broke Kevin from his thoughts and he gazed at her helplessly.

"I shouldn't have said..."

Kevin was unsure what to say. He knew nothing he could say would mend the gaping holes he could see forming in Dynasty's soul and whilst he wanted to touch her, hold her, he knew he couldn't until she asked him to.

Unable to change the past, Kevin said the only thing he could think of.

"I miss you."

"Connor," Mr Byrne called as Connor walked Imogen to her dance class. "Do you have a minute?"

Imogen kissed his cheek and slipped into the studio with the rest of her class.

"Erm, sure," Connor replied once Imogen was gone.

Mr Byrne gestured ahead of him and they began to walk slowly down the corridor.

"You don't have a class to get to, do you?"

"No, I've got a free until two," Connor confirmed quickly.

Mr Byrne came to a halt as they reached the door to the staff room.

"Connor, I know we've put this business with Steve-O behind us but I need to ask if you know anything about him and Dynasty Barry. I know she's a friend of yours."

Connor's palms began to sweat as he thought about Steve-O and the marriage certificate he had stolen; the vital document that legally tied Connor's life and everything in it to Imogen.

"Like what?" He feigned ignorance. "Besides, she's more Imogen's friend than mine."

Mr Byrne appeared unconvinced.

"So, you don't know anything about their relationship?"

Connor paused, hoping to give the impression that he was searching for answers. "No, not really."

In reality, Connor knew more about their 'relationship' than he was comfortable to admit and resolved that Dynasty's secrets were not his to tell.