Phoebe's POV

We have spent a few days in the Los Angeles area and plan to start heading back to Seattle in a few days. Trevor and I have been staying with his cousin Dylan, who is a few years older and will be starting college in the fall. Trevor and Dylan are close even though they don't live in the same area. They grew up together along with Trevor's older brother Travis. I have been getting to know Dylan since staying at his place for the past few days. I see a lot of similarities between him and his cousins. He is equally handsome and he also seems sweet. I'm not quite sure why he doesn't have a girlfriend, but of course I don't ask him that.

I've let Trevor spend some time with him while I've been trying to get to know some of the other girls that have been traveling with us. It's been tough because I have nothing in common with them, except that they come from families with money. They are very materialistic and judgmental. It's hard for me to associate myself with people that think they are better than everyone else, but I try to be nice and just listen to their conversations. They also drink and smoke, and I'm not used to being around that. I'm very fortunate that Trevor doesn't do either of those things, but his friends do.

Tonight they are going to a party. I don't really want to go and be around a bunch of drunk teenagers, but at the same time I know that Trevor really wants to go. I'd rather just stay behind and watch TV. We haven't done that since being on the road. Now that I think about it, we haven't really stopped and relaxed since leaving Seattle. I start to feel very tired. Trevor approaches me and notices me yawning.

"Am I keeping you up?"

I smile at him. "I'm just tired. You know we haven't really stopped since being on the road."

Trevor closes the gap between us but he doesn't touch me. "Would you rather stay here tonight? Not go out?"

I start to feel guilty, but I don't want to lie to him. I shrug my shoulders and look off to the side as I answer him. "I'd rather not go out, but I don't want to stop you. I know you are looking forward to this."

He puts his hands on my hips and doesn't take his eyes off of mine. "If you want to stay, we'll stay. We don't need to go out."

I smile at him, but I see the almost pained look in his eyes so I stop. "No, you should go. You don't need me there. Go and be with your friends. I'll be fine."

"You sure?"

I lean up and kiss him. "Yes, I'm sure. As long as you don't hook up with any California babes."

He starts to tickle my sides and I am a mess of giggles. "California babes?"

"Yes. Don't worry I trust you."

He wraps his arms around me and holds me for a while. When he leaves go of me he smiles. "Thanks, Baby. I won't stay out long."

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A few hours later I am relaxing in the bedroom that Trevor and I have been sleeping in. Even though we've been on the road for three weeks, we haven't had sex. We've only tried once and then we never discussed it again. Yet, Trevor has been sleeping in the same bed as me. I like sleeping next to him. I feel like I sleep better when he is with me. But at the same time I feel like I am not being fair to him. He told me that it is fine, but is he being honest with me? What if he gets tired of waiting and leaves me? I'd be devastated. I have to find a way to be ready to have sex with him, but I have no idea how to go about doing that. It's not like I have an older sister to confide in. I can't talk to Teddy about this, or Mom or Dad. I'm taken back to our time on the boat in Florida when Dad told me that he wasn't going to tell me to wait until I am a certain age. He told me to wait until I was ready and when I was with the right person. Is Trevor the right person? I think he is. I just don't understand why I'm not ready.

I am interrupted from my thoughts when Dylan knocks on the door and lets himself in. I'm a little irritated that he didn't wait for me to answer, but I guess I don't have a right to be. This is his place. He has two drinks in his hand.

"I thought you were going out" I say to him and try to hide my irritation.

"Nope, I'm in for the evening. Drink?" he offers it to me and I immediately wonder what it is. He notices my reluctance and answers my unspoken question. "It's club soda."

I take it from him. "Thanks." I take a sip and notice right away that it is strong. But then again, I've never had club soda. After taking a sip I put the glass down on the bed table.

"So, how long have you and my cousin been together?"

"Uh, we're going on five months." I start to feel dizzy. Either I'm more tired than I thought or the club soda has some weird effect on me.

"My cousin must be crazy about you. None of his relationships have lasted this long." He smiles at me and takes another sip of his club soda. "What's the matter, don't like the drink?"

"What? Oh, no it's fine. I'm just not that thirsty." What's wrong with me? I think I'm slurring my words. I notice Dylan move so that he is sitting closer to me.

"So, have any of your relationships lasted this long?"

What is this, twenty questions? I am getting more annoyed, but I try to be nice since this is Trevor's cousin. Maybe he's just trying to be nice. "Um, no. I don't think they have." I can't believe I had to think about that. What relationships? I haven't had that many. I bring my hand up to my head since I start to feel the room spinning.

"You okay?"

"Yes, I think I'm just tired." I hope he takes the hint and leaves the room, but he doesn't. Instead he keeps talking but I am having a hard time concentrating on what he is saying. I just nod and pretend that I am paying attention. I notice after a while that he moves even closer to me. I start to feel uncomfortable with it, especially when he puts his hand on my face. I awkwardly raise my hand and smack it away.

"What are you doing?" I ask him

"Relax, Phoebe." Before I can stop him he has me lying on the bed and he is straddling me. "I'm going to teach you how to pleasure my cousin." What? Did he really just say that? I start to struggle beneath him, but he is too strong. It doesn't help that I feel lightheaded. He grabs both of my wrists and I start to get scared. "Relax. I am not going to hurt you."

"What are you going to do?" I ask him. I can hear the fear in my voice.

"Don't be afraid" he says softly. I can feel him tying my wrists and I immediately try to struggle again. I can hear him laughing at me. I do my best not to cry. I can't let him win.

"Get off of me" I yell, but he just smiles like there is nothing wrong with what he is doing to me.

"Phoebe, don't fight this. You should be grateful that I'm doing this."

"Grateful?" I spit out with anger.

"My cousin, your boyfriend told me about your little problem. And you are in luck. I love my cousin so much, I am willing to teach his girlfriend how she can please him in bed."

I start to panic. Is he really going to do this? Is he going to have sex with me? No, he can't. I won't let him. I start to struggle again but I can't break free from whatever he used to tie my wrists. I watch him start to unzip his pants. He does it slow, like he's showing off or something. I continue to struggle against my bonds as he removes his jeans. And then he pulls it out. This is a nightmare. It is like Jay part two. I squeeze my eyes shut so I don't have to look at it.

"Phoebe, come one. If you want to enjoy sex with Trevor you are going to have to get used to seeing a penis."

"Please stop" I say as I cry. I can't stop myself from crying now. I feel like it is my only defense at this point. I can't free my wrists and I can't kick him off of me. It works. When I open my eyes I see him putting his jeans back on.

"Fine, stay a virgin. But don't think my cousin is going to take that celibate journey with you."

I feel the tears run down my face as he releases my wrists and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. I am numb. I can't believe that just happened to me. All I can think about is getting out of here, now. But where do I go? Trevor won't be home for hours. I told him to stay out as late as he wanted, that I'd probably fall asleep early anyway. I grab my bag, quickly pack my things and leave the apartment as fast as I can. I am relieved that I've managed to avoid running into Dylan on my way out. I can't believe he did that to me. I also can't believe Trevor told his cousin about my problem with having sex. I feel so humiliated. I speed walk for a while until I come across a small restaurant with a pay phone outside. A pay phone? You don't see many of those anymore. I pick it up and read the instructions on calling collect since I don't have any money on me. We've used Trevor's money since I don't have access to any of my own money. I call someone I know I can trust to help me in this situation.

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Christian arrives home and is greeted by his wife. He is exhausted and frustrated. He can't find it in him to be affectionate with his family since his failed attempt at finding Phoebe in Los Angeles. Taylor walks into the house right behind him.

"Gail has some dinner heating up for the both of you" Ana says lovingly, but
Christian has a scowl on his face.

"I'm not hungry."

"Christian, you have to eat" Ana tries.

"I said I am not hungry!" he shouts and then walks past her. She follows him into the main room where Natalie is playing with her Disney dolls. Christian continues his angry fit when he sees his young daughter. "She should be in bed" he admonishes his wife.

Ana doesn't wither under his angry scowl. "She wanted to wait for her Daddy to come home. I knew that it would be soon so I kept her up." She looks over at her daughter and feels guilty for her be subjected to Christian's foul mood. "Please, Christian, she missed you."

Christian plops down on the couch and lets out a big moan. He is spent. He takes some time to collect himself, rubbing his hands over his face and then through his hair. Once he's composed he calls out for his daughter with as much patience as he can muster at the moment. "Natalie, come over here." Natalie has a frown on her face as she stands and looks over at her father and then at her mother. She is holding one of her dolls in her hands. Christian sighs again and tries to make his voice lighter. "Its okay, Natalie. Come sit with Daddy." Natalie puts her doll in the dollhouse and walks over to her father. Ana watches as he pulls their daughter up into his lap and gives her a hug and a kiss on her head. "Hey Baby. Daddy missed you" he coos. Ana smiles and a single tear leaves her eye. "Go play for a few more minutes, and then we'll get ready for bed." Natalie nods and runs back to her toys after Christian lifts her off of his lap. Ana sits next to her husband and puts her hands on his back and his arm. "I can't do this anymore, Ana."

"Can't keep doing what?"

Christian breaks away from her touch and stands. He starts to pace. "I can't keep going like this. Worrying about Phoebe. Wondering what she is doing. Wondering if she is eating and sleeping and wondering if she is even alive."

Ana starts to tear up. "Don't say that" she says softly.

"That's how I feel, Ana." He stops pacing and looks at her, but makes no move to console her. "I'm tired of feeling like this. So helpless and so lost. I'm tired of not having control or answers. I'm tired of hoping every day that she will walk back through that front door, only to be disappointed when she doesn't. I can't live like this, Ana."

Ana keeps her spot on the couch and wipes her tears away. She looks over at Natalie, who is playing with her dolls and not listening to their conversation. She looks back at her husband and can see that he is waiting for her to say something. "I'm going to put her to bed." She walks over to Natalie, picks her up and carries her out of the room, and Christian doesn't do anything to stop her. He doesn't follow her. He just watches her walk out of the room.

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Later that evening, Phoebe looks out the passenger side window as the car she is riding in pulls into the long driveway to her Seattle home she lives in with her parents. She has been away for three weeks, but nothing has changed. Even after the car is parked she remains in her seat. Once she leaves the car and enters the house, that is it. She will be home. And she will need to face what she has done. She knew that she had to come home at some point, but now that she is sitting in the driveway she starts to regret her decision to leave in the first place. It was a quick decision she made after arguing about it with her father. She never thought she would do anything like this. But she craved the adventure and the opportunity to be on her own. At this moment, she starts to wonder if it was all worth it.

"Would you like me to come in with you?"

Phoebe looks at her former bodyguard and raises her eyebrow. "You want Dad to kill you too? He fired you, Sawyer." He softly chuckles at her. "I'm really sorry, about that. I know it's my fault."

"It's okay. I've been working for your father for twenty years. Maybe it's time I try something else."

Phoebe looks sadly at him and then attempts to make a joke. "Like rescuing rich damsels in distress when they run away from home?" Sawyer chuckles again, which makes Phoebe smile. He has been her bodyguard since as far back as she can remember. "I'm really going to miss you. You know, I can talk to Dad about giving you your job back, once he gets over being angry with me."

"You should go in. Get it over with. You're going to be fine, Phoebe."

Phoebe smiles sadly at him again and then leaves the car. She grabs her bag out of the trunk and turns around. As she looks up at her house she starts to feel fear and anxiety about what is waiting for her inside. What does she say to them? What will they say to her? There's only one way to find out. She lets out a sigh and bravely walks into the house.

Once she's in the foyer she looks around and listens for any noise that will tell her where her family members are. It is unusually quiet. She puts her bag down by the steps and slowly walks through the house. She runs her hand over some of the furniture as if she hasn't seen it in years. She finds herself walking into the main room and then stands before her father's study. The door is shut. He could be in there. She softly knocks on the door and then quickly brings her hand back down to her side. She can hear his voice yell to enter. She lets out another breath, shakily puts her hand on the doorknob and before she knows it she is in his study. She slowly walks in but keeps a far distance between her and her father's desk. He doesn't notice her at all. He is looking down and writing. She waits for a few seconds to see if he looks up, but she quickly grows impatient. She is the first to speak.

"Hi Daddy." Her voice is very soft and shaky, but he hears her. That is evident when he looks up at her. He has a scowl on his face. She can feel a gulp rise in her throat as she is met with his angry glare.