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Chapter Eight

Dynasty gasped for breath. Her knuckles were white as she clung to the sink to keep herself steady.

She squeezed her eyes shut, choking back soft cries of agony as she tried to force away the memories that haunted her. The cold floor of the girl's bathroom faded away until she could feel the soft, familiar sheets of Kevin's bed beneath her. It was not, however, Kevin who pushed her roughly back against the pillows. The stench of beer on Steve-O's breath overpowered Kevin's scent and Dynasty pressed her face into the pillows, desperate to inhale it again.

"Dynasty?"

Dynasty was brought back to the present by Miss Mulgrew's confused voice. She shook her head, mentally clawing her way back to the bathroom with the last shards of strength that she could muster.

"Tell me what happened," Miss Mulgrew instructed, kneeling beside Dynasty.

"I can't," Dynasty sobbed.

Her voice was hysterical despite her rigid body and she shook her head again.

"Yes, you can. Whatever it is..." Miss Mulgrew trailed off. "I'm going to stay right here and you take all the time you need."

Dynasty swallowed back a whimper of fear. She knew that if she said nothing she would never speak and then Steve-O would never feel as helpless or trapped as she did. Dynasty slipped back into her memories for a moment, only a second, just long enough to remember the warmth of Kevin's hand clasped in hers. She took a deep, shuddering breath and assembled her resolve.

"It's Steve-O... he made me..."

Dynasty's voice shook. Miss Mulgrew placed a hand gently on Dynasty's back.

"Made you what?" she asked.

Dynasty sensed an edge to her voiced that made her think Miss Mulgrew already knew what she would have to admit next. She was suddenly aware of Imogen's presence and waves of agonising embarrassment pressed down on her. It didn't matter that Imogen already knew her secret, she was still an audience to Dynasty's shameful display.

It had to be now though, Dynasty knew. She had started and with two small words she could let go of the darkness that crept up inside of her, if only a little.

"Have sex."

The silence was absolute until Miss Mulgrew mumbled something that Dynasty could not hear over her own gasping cries.

Miss Mulgrew wrapped her arms around Dynasty's shaking body and smoothed her hair tenderly.

"We have to go to the police," Imogen said but she was quickly distracted by the soft ping of her mobile.

She sighed and removed it from her pocket.

Through her clouded eyes Dynasty saw Imogen's forehead wrinkle in confusion.

"We are going to wait, until you're ready, before we do anything. I know how much courage it took you just to tell us but Dynasty, you can't let this break you."

Miss Mulgrew released Dynasty's shoulders and allowed her to sit up. She wiped the tears from her cheeks.

Dynasty began to speak but fell silent again as the shrill ringing of Imogen's phone reverberated off the tiles.

Miss Mulgrew closed her eyes in frustration. Dynasty watched as the sadness in Imogen's eyes was replaced by concern.

The ringing stopped and Dynasty sniffled into the silence.

"Connor?" Imogen asked, pressing the phone to her ear.

Miss Mulgrew's head shot up at the sound of the son's name.

Imogen didn't say another word, only stared at Miss Mulgrew blankly. After a long moment, Dynasty heard the faint melody that marked the end of the call.

Imogen's now distressed eyes flickered from Miss Mulgrew to Dynasty and back again.

"It's Connor. He's with Kevin at the docks. Steve-O... they're with Steve-O."

Kevin clutched his ribs as Steve-O's boot collided with his jaw. Through the pain Kevin could hear Connor shouting but his voice was thin and far away. His lungs were still struggling against the winding blow that had forced him to the ground.

Dynasty. She was the only image in his mind. Her icy blue eyes smiled teasingly at him from across the chess board. Her hair tickled his face as she sqirmed in her sleep, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

Kevin gathered his energy and staggered slowly to his feet, ignoring the protests from his ribs and legs. He wiped the blood from his cheek with his sleeve and hissed as the graze there burned violently.

Steve-O lifted his head from Connor and turned towards Kevin, gun in hand.

"She's never going to love you," Kevin spat.

Steve-O chuckled softly and nodded towards Kevin's bruised jaw.

"That knock to the head must have addled your brain, mate. You must be confused. Dynasty is mine."

Kevin's lip quirked. He felt a sudden rush of madness take over him and despite Connor's pleading, he took a step towards Steve-O.

"You raped her. She will never want you, Steve-O. Dynasty hates you."

Kevin could here his voice rising but he couldn't control the words that tumbled from his lips.

"There is nothing you can do that will make her love you, or respect you. She won't miss you when you're gone."

Kevin could see the way that Steve-O's hands shook as he battled to contain this anger. To Kevin's right, Connor urged him to stop.

"Oh don't worry about Dynasty; I'm not going anywhere," Steve-O promised.

Steve-O smiled. His body relaxed.

Kevin briefly considered trying to wrestle the gun away from him now that he thought he was in contol. He decided against this though as Dynasty's face entered his mind again.

"You're wrong. She's strong; she'll go to the police and they'll lock you up like the animal you are!"