Just as the chapter before, I didn't write this one. All credit goes to youtubefanfiction. Go check her out too she's gr9.

They can because they think they can.
-Virgil

"Alicia!"

"No... Please..."

"ALICIA!"

Instantly I bolted up in bed on my best alert- scanning for danger whilst trying to get my breath back. Suddenly I felt a hand on my chin and I shrieked out of fear.

But, as soon as the hand turned my face to look at the owner of it straight in the eye everything was alright again.

Because that hand belonged to the very handsome PJ.

My PJ.

I exhaled the breath I seemed to be holding in and flopped back against my pillow. I wiped away the tears falling heavily from my eyes and mopped the beads of sweat from my forehead.

"Were you back there again?" PJ carefully asked. I slowly nodded as I tried not to experience my nightmare again.

PJ led back down beside me and pulled me into his arms. I greeted his enveloping warmth with pure gratitude and snuggled into his chest.

"It's okay Alicia, I promise. I'm here and I swear I won't let anything like that happen to you again. Ever."

I nodded again and closed my eyes in hope for actual sleep.

-NEXT MORNING-

As the morning sun peered through the curtains, I could feel the light disturbing my slumber. Reluctantly, I rubbed my eyes and opened them. I reached out for my phone from the bedside table and turned it on so I could check the time.

9:30 AM.

"Dammit!" I cried and flipped off the duvet causing PJ to be startled awake.

"Hey!" he complained but I ignored him and ran into the bathroom to prepare myself for the day.

"Work starts at 10!" I called out and I heard PJ groan stubbornly.

"Can't you just pretend to be sick and stay in bed all day with me?"

I flung open the bathroom door and ran to put my clothes on. "No can do!"

There was no point wearing anything fancy as I would only be changed and styled as soon as I arrived at the studio. "I have an important photo shoot today and they need me"

Grabbing my phone and keys, I threw them in to my handbag and slung it on my shoulder.

"Do you want me to drive you?" PJ offered as I was pulling on my designer faux-leather boots.

"It's alright; I haven't got time to wait for you to drag yourself out of bed"

Kissing PJ on the cheek, I made my way out the door, ready to face the world.

That's when I froze.

As soon as I reached outside and witnessed the people around me, everything that had happened hit me out of nowhere. Becoming paranoid of everyone and everything, I pulled my hood up to cover my face and started walking faster to my destination. I could have sworn everyone surrounding me was looking at me the same way Matthew did that horrible night.

By the time, I reached work I was trembling yet relieved to be out of what felt like the spotlight. However, I then realised that I really would be under the spotlight soon.

"You can do this Alicia," I told myself. "You've been in front of the camera how many times exactly? It's like any other day."

After my little pep talk with myself, I reached the dressing room to get ready. Half an hour later, I was living up to the expectations of the modelling agency and ready to pose in front of the camera lens.

"Deveaux?" said a well-dressed man with perfected facial hair.

"That's me," I replied and gave him a nervous smile. The man shrugged and led me to the set.

The set was phenomenal. It sported a brilliantly detailed cloudy night sky with heavy rain. The whole concept of the shoot was that I was to be the burst of true light and spirit in the dark and shadowed world.

Despite this, I felt more like the Queen of Shadows.

I wanted to be in the shadows.

I wanted to get away.

"'I'm sorry!" I called out and ran out of the set and into the bathroom. Before I could register what was happening I was instinctively crying hysterically and throwing up in to the sink.

"WHY THE HELL DID YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?" I shouted at my reflection before throwing up some more. When I eventually stopped puking, I slid down on the floor with strong aching inside trying to get my energy back.

I couldn't stop thinking about my assault. The way it had made me feel and the things it made me do shouldn't have to happen to anyone; I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy.

Fumbling for my phone, I pulled it out and brought up the dialler. With my shaking finger, I pressed the correct numbers and found the courage to press 'Call'.

Which each ring I became more and more nervous.

However, I knew what I had to do for the sake of my sanity and for the sake of potential others.

Soon the automatic voice filled my ear and I spoke the correct details. Afterwards the call was put through to a member of staff and they answered my phone call.

"Hello?" I said. "I would like to report a crime."