Rosie: I apologize everyone for not updating in so long. I was really busy the last few weeks of summer and well school started just three weeks ago so I had to adjust. I started working on this a while back but I just finished it. All of you who have reviewed, I thank you so much. Before I continue some people would like to say some words.

Jack: We're back!

Kimberly: So the adventures will continue.

Ralph: As often as our dear author can update.

Simon: Which won't be too very often, so please try and patient with her.

Izzy: Anyway, lets get on with our story.

Piggy: But before we can start that, us boys belong to William Golding, not Rosie.

Mouse: Yes, but we girls do belong to Rosie.

Roger: Enjoy the show...

Mouse POV

Dear lord in heaven why must Kimberly be so oblivious. How can she not tell that I'm in trouble right now. I turned back to Roger who smiled at me and ran a hand through my hair. He seemed to love playing with my hair, though I didn't know why. I certainly wasn't going to ask. Suppressing a shudder I smiled back positive that he could see through the facade. He looked away and started laughing. "Oh please, I'm not going to do anything to you." He said before looking back at me, those cold eyes staring into mine. I nodded before looking away, unable to hold his gaze for very long. However Roger grabbed my chin and brought my eyes back to his again. He leaned in closer and pressed his forehead to mine.

"Remember little Mousy, you're mine. No matter how much you try, you will be mine. Eventually, even, you will come to like it" He said his hot breath caressing my cheeks. As Roger pulled back he pulled off my glasses. He really seemed to like that. Not that I had a clue why he did such a thing. Roger stood up and held out a hand. Fearfully I took his hand before he pulled me to my feet. My other hand instinctively grabbed my shirt. Looking down at my feet I watched and memorized the path he took to where ever he was taking me. I wanted to ask where we were going, but I was much too terrified. If only my sisters knew what was going on here.

"These are my wonderful daughters. Alison, Beatrice, Claire, Edith, Felicity, Gardenia, and Henrietta." Mother said introducing each of us as we each curtsied when our name was said. The man left with mother and my eldest sister watched as they left, a sly grin gracing Alison's lips. Once they were out of sight Alison turned around and ushered the rest of us into the next room. Beatrice turned to her and smiled. The two were always like that being that as they were the eldest. I sat down in my chair with a heavy sigh before picking up my favorite book and turned to my saved mark. "Oh come now Henrietta, you must be excited" Felicity said smoothing out her emerald green dress. I peered up at her over my book before looking back over at Alison and Beatrice. "I guess I am. It doesn't have much to do with me though if either Alison or Beatrice gets married" I said softly. Gardenia walked over and placed her flute on it's stand. "Henrietta, we must be excited for them. If one of them is to get married than we must support them as best we can. Oh Henrietta, there will come a time when a nice young man takes an interest in you. Then you might be getting married off. You might even be able to go off to another country" Gardenia said peering back at Alison.

If only Gardenia new what really would happen when a young man took an interest in me. I looked back up at Roger as he stopped in the forest. He turned back to me and cupped my cheek. Pulling me in closer he leaned in until his lips were less than an inch from mine. "You haven't been paying attention little Mousy. I was talking to you and you didn't respond" Roger said. My eyes widened but I couldn't pull back even though I really wanted to. Roger grinned devilishly, running his hand through my hair before pressing his lips to mine. My mind went blank as his lips moved against mine.

After a half of a minute he pulled back and stared at me. A shuddering breath passed through my lips. "I'm sorry for not paying attention. I was thinking about my family" I said softly. Roger cocked his head to the side and sat down on the forest floor. He patted the ground next to him. We were very much alone, and I couldn't even see the beach from our current location. I slowly sat down and stared at my hands. "So what is your family like?" Roger said finally. I was a little shocked by his question, but if he really wanted to know I really had no choice in the matter. It was better to be honest anyway, since Kimberly or Izzy might talk about one of my elder sisters at any time.

"Well I'm the youngest of seven daughters. My sisters are as follows. Alison, she is twenty five, happily married, and has two babies. Beatrice, whom is also happily married but she's only twenty three. She has one, no two, she should have delivered by now. Then there is Claire. She happens to be twenty one and is also married. She just had a baby a few months ago. Edith is nineteen, she got married just last year. Felicity is my favorite sister. She's seventeen so she's to be married next year. My final sister of which whom is the second youngest would be Gardenia. Gardenia is fifteen. She would have been on this trip if she hadn't gotten sick. Even if she and Kimberly are near the same age Gardenia doesn't want a leadership position. I guess it comes from being the second youngest of seven children." I said thinking back on her and Felicity. They were the only two that I would spend time with at home.

Not to say I didn't like my other sisters, no of course not, I loved them with all my heart. Being the youngest though tends to isolate you from the elders. So the youngest tended to stay with themselves. Finally having the courage I decided to face Roger who appeared to be simply thinking. After what felt like hours, but in reality was probably only a few seconds his eyes traveled back to my face. "So you're the youngest of your sisters. Might I know the name of the youngest sister?" Roger asked. I stared at him for a moment before nodding nervously.

"The youngest sister's name is Henrietta. She happens to be only thirteen years old." I said finally. Roger moved closer to me and began petting my hair. "So your name is Henrietta? I like it." He said tangling his fingers in my hair. With a sigh I removed his hand from my head before standing. I could hardly believe i had done something so bold. Roger also looked perplexed at this action. Never the less though, he got up. "I guess we should go back Henrietta. They might worry if we are gone too long" Roger stated before taking my hand. I walked next to him in silence. At least he was being nice for the time being. Though, I honestly hadn't a clue how long it would last. I was grateful for it none the less.

When my feet had finally hit the sand I tore my vision away from the ground and looked at the the rest of my surroundings. To my great excitement the shelters were not far from us. Izzy appeared from inside one with Simon. From the looks of it they were fixing something. When Izzy spotted me she tore off across the sand until she was a mere foot away. Grinning happily she hugged me.

"Hey there Mouse. Sorry Roger but I have to borrow her for a bit" Izzy said grabbing my other hand and tugging me. Roger stared for a moment before letting go. Izzy started off in the opposite reaction and kept walking until we were far enough away. I was so incredibly happy that Izzy had come to my rescue. When she stopped walking Izzy turned back to face me. The look in her eyes I had only seen a few times. But it was so familiar that I could tell it instantly. How could it be?

This is the sixth chapter. No Mouse did not get raped and we got a little insight into her past. We also got to see a less crazy side of Roger. Still crazy though. I'm happy with this one and thank you LiveLoveWrite-93 for the suggestion of reading out loud. I actually found quite a few mistakes that I would have never noticed I require at least four reviews before I start on the next chapter. This should be easy for you guys so go on and review.