When I was younger, I remember this one time where I fell down the stairs and busted my left knee cap.

The pain that I endured was surreal, hot stinging sensations coursed throughout me. At the age of six, I thought I would die. Yes, I was dramatic but I was only six.

My mother had rushed me to the hospital, she held my hand throughout the whole ride, tears pooled in her eyes and so did mine.

When I arrived, she had to carry me all the way to my father's office. Her presence had calmed me and made me feel safe when I was in her arms.

The last thing she said before my surgery was, "I'll always be there for you Anastasia."

That phrase had always been replayed inside my head whenever I was in a bit of a pickle. I mean sure I loved my father, but there was just something about my mom that made me feel at ease.

Now, I looked around and she's not here to save me. No one knows I'm here. No one! Not even Adrian Miles can save me. I'm all alone.

My heart is just pounding at the thought of being all alone with Nox lurking around.

Help me! Anyone? That's what I wanted to say, but my mouth just couldn't carry out the message.

The ceiling light had dimmed now, creating a grey glow around the room. I could see Nox standing in front of me, smirking. I badly wanted to rip myself out of this chair and punch him in the face. Hard.

What the hell did he want from me?

I shut my eyes so that I wouldn't have to look at his face. I tried my best to calm my inner self but I just couldn't. Nox's presence gave me the creeps.

"Anna! Don't go closing your eyes." I heard him say and my eyes flickered like the lights hung above me. He's so rich but he can't get working lights to go? What a joke.

"Ah, beautiful." He whispered and leant forward. I gulped and tried to move anything even twitch my fingers but I had lost full control over my body.

"Now I'm gonna give you something to remember me by, okay sweetheart?" He said and paused watching me tear up. I felt as if my throat was choking itself. Laughing, he leant back and examines me.

My eyes are glued to the shiny pair of scissors in his hands. They glimmered in the poor lit room. What was he going to do with that?

Dear God, please help me!

"Hush little darling don't you cry, Nox is gonna make you his pretty pie."

I glared at him. That wasn't even how the song goes. What a dumb bum.

He wiggles his index finger at me. With the slice from the scissors, my favourite cat t-shirt was torn open. The humiliation seeped throughout my body. I can't believe this is happening.

"White silk and lace, huh?" The smugness in his voice made me want to throw up. My bra was in his sight, no one had ever seen me in my bra besides my mom.

He began to run the blade of the scissors gently up my stomach and all the way to my left breast. I wanted to cry. I really did. My eyes were teary, the taste of bile crawled up inside of me.

He grazed both breasts with the pair of scissors, I whimpered. Did I just produce a sound? Yes! I tried to open my mouth but my lips wouldn't open.

"My god! Your breasts are the most gorgeous ones I have seen. They're so creamy and full." To test his theory, he moved his hands under my breasts to hold them in his hands. His filthy hands were touching my body!

"Let me go!" I tried to say, but the words were muffled. I tried to wiggle my body away from him but again failed.

"Ah." He then began to caress my breasts. His filthy hands kept touching me. "Damn, is this why Adrian keeps you?"

"Help me, mom! Adrian! Anyone?" The sentence was stuck in my throat, refusing to come out.

My body was already cold so when I felt the coldness of the scissors against my torso it created a shiver.

I heard it before I saw it.

There on the floor laid my bra glancing at me almost with sadness. Nox's eyes glued onto my bare breasts. The disgust and humiliation were clear in my eyes, I was sure of it.

The pig said, "Lovely."

My hands wanted to cover my body from his greedy sight. My hands were locked by the invisible bonds from the drug he gave me. I felt tears running down my cheeks.

There was this hotness building at the back of my throat that began to itch, I could feel my ears turning red because of how terrified I was. There really was no one here to help me.

My eyes were probably burnt red and so was my throat. The saltiness on my lips tasted bitter. Simpering at me, his hands roughly dove onto my chest.

No one has ever touched me there, ever. He wasn't allowed to touch me! This was non-consensual. His filthy hands rubbed and scanned over my chest. And I hated him. He was ruining my purity. I hated him! Hated him!

"They're soft Ana. No one's ever touched you here right?" He mutters and by the looks of my face he smiles. "Well don't worry, a lot of things I'll do to you will be a first."

I tried to shake my head but then I remembered I had no control over myself. He laughed and leant back but his ugly hands were still on my chest. I shivered, I didn't like this feeling.

I wanted my mom!

I wanted my dad!

I really wanted my Adrian!

"Hush now darling, let's quiet down the whimpers, you're enjoying this right?" He softly said as he leant forward and fisted in my hair making me want to whine out.

He licked my cheek like a dog. "Why does everything about you seem so beautiful? I see why you have Adrian wrapped around your finger."

He smirked and leant back, "Now for the fun part."

I shut myself out, my eyes clamped down and so did my whimpering. What was the use? No one could help me.

"Are you sure you want to shut your eyes for this part, Anna?"

Obviously, I couldn't reply but I kept my eyes shut tightly even when I felt him cut open my shorts. This is all going to be over Anna. Don't worry. Of course, I was trying to be optimistic. But in reality, I knew what was going to happen.

He pinched my red breasts violently, I opened my eyes to look at his face. "Ah." He said smiling at me. I was pretty sure my eyes were sending daggers at him, they were flashing with revulsion and detestation.

I could feel my energy slipping from me. I wanted to hit him but the lack of energy and loss of control prevented me from doing so. Closing my eyes forced me to become sleepier.

Was this a side effect of the drugs that he gave me? Because I felt as if I had taken a huge dose of sleeping pills. Though, I didn't mind the tiredness actually.

I just wanted out.

I guess he was true, there was a first for everything. Of course, I never hoped- I mean who does?- that this would happen to me. I wished time could fast forward, I could skip this horrible experience and move on, but it wasn't like I had some magical powers.

My conscious was slowly slipping into La La Land. I felt as if that was the only thing that I was grateful for. I was happy that I could possibly sleep throughout whatever this molester had in store for me.

The last thing I felt was Nox's wanton fingers grazing against my underwear.

* * * *

I woke up to pain.

White hot excruciating pain was surging in between my legs. When my eyes opened, they were glued onto the white wall in front of me. I was on a bed. The sheets were tumbled around my t-shirt clad body. Where was I?

I froze and instantly began scream out incoherent words. I couldn't understand anything I was saying, I was just screeching like a mental person.

The abrupt sounds of footsteps had my blood curling. That only made me scream louder and louder. My eyes were screwed tightly. I didn't want to even look at Nox or whoever was going to bust through that door.

There were tears rolling down my cheeks, I felt the agonising soreness feeling spreading throughout my private part, my heart pummel against my chest so profoundly, I felt everything.

I began to wither and curl into a fetal position. I was rocking back and forth slowly trying to seek for any comfort. The tears were non-stop.

Rigidness flowed in me when I was sure someone was in the room. Suddenly everything felt so restricting as if the walls were closing in on me. I continued my rocking as whimpers escaped me.

"LEAVE ME ALONE, PLEASE!!!" I shrieked out as my face was tucked into my chest. I began to hiccup when I felt the dryness in my throat.

I wished I could stop crying but my eyes just wouldn't allow it, they were a never-ending waterfall.

There were hands on my body and a second later I was on someone's lap. Warmth enveloped around me. I tried to push myself out of whoever this was but they were stronger than me. I didn't want to open my eyes, because what if it was Nox?

"Ana." My whole body felt taut. I didn't know if it was because shudders travel through my veins or because I recognised that voice.

It couldn't be him, could it? There was no way he knew where I was, I mean he never once called me by my name. Frankly, I didn't even know if he knew my name. So that couldn't be him, I know it.

Despite the doubts, I lifted my head and opened my eyes, and there he was, Mr Grumpy.

Another fit of crying sprawled out of me at the sight of Mr Grumpy. My eyes nearly popped out when I saw his face in front of me.

"Mr Grumpy?" I had to make sure that I wasn't dreaming, my fisted hands unclenched and latched onto his cheeks. The stubble under my palms felt a bit scratchy but it looked good on him, although he looked even more dangerous now. Holy damn.

"Yeah." He stared into my eyes. I brought one of my hands to my mouth to muffle the wailing that was trying to claw out of me. My shoulders slumped down in relief as his arms came around me.

I couldn't contain the gasp when I felt his large palms on my back through the t-shirt. The heat that emitted from his palms was surreal. I wiped my face hoping there was no snot all over me.

I stayed curled up against him, with my chest pushed towards his. There was something in his eyes that made me want to kiss him and cry to him. I don't even know what it was but the utter concern flashing throughout his stunning eyes made me feel all tingly inside.

I didn't know what to say as he watched me. His hands trailed towards my waist and pulled me even closer towards him. I almost fainted. My head was even dizzy from whatever spell he cast over me.

Although I felt relieved that he was here, holding me, silent tears still continued trickling down my cheeks. Through my red-rimmed eyes, I watched one of his ragged hands move towards my face.

After what happened with Nox, if anyone else would have tried to touch my face, I would have flinched and cowered away. But with him, my fingers sunk into the broadness of his shoulders, accepting him. The feel of his tense muscles under my palms did something to me.

To my surprise, the touch of Mr Grumpy's fingers felt foreign and gentle. Almost too gentle for someone who fought and killed people. What lotion did this man use?

This was all too much. Was this really my Mr Grumpy? I mean, first of all, he willingly hugged me; then he holds me in his lap which might I add feels way too good to be true, and now he is tenderly wiping the unwanted tears away.

Who the heck was this man?

"A-Adrian?" My voice was hoarse from all the screaming. My breath was still a bit shaky. He cocks his head to the side and nods, the feel of his touch against my cheeks sent my heart into a frenzy.

"It's going to be alright baby." My eyes widened and I nearly yelled demon when I heard him. I think he was almost as shocked as me when he called me 'baby'. This was definitely not Mr Grumpy. Was I dreaming?

His face was void of any expressions but his eyes, they told a whole different story. His looked at me with warmth and honesty. I nearly bawled again. What's up with me and crying?

"A-Am I dreaming?" I moved my hands up his neck and all the way this face.

Groaning under his breath he replied, "I'm afraid not, baby."

He said it again. Oh my god! My face turned a dark red colour once he finished calling me baby again. I tilted my head to the side to analyse him. He looked exactly like Mr Grumpy.

I pinched his face. He looked startled and narrowed his eyes. "Sorry," I mutter out.

He just sat there silently while he rubbed slow circles across my hips. I tried to shift myself to get more comfortable but that stinging pain was back again. I released a yelp out and Mr Grumpy was suddenly alert as he tightened his grip on me and pulled out a gun in front of me.

"WHY DO YOU HAVE A GUN?" I shouted as I tried to move back but the pain between my legs began to hurt too much so I stayed frozen in his lap.

He ignored me at first as his eyes began to search the room for any threats. After his thorough examination, he calmly tucked his gun behind him. "What was that kid?"

When I heard the word kid, I finally had proved that this was Mr Grumpy, after all, I mean the scowl on his face screamed it out. I gulped and fisted my hands into tight balls.

"My thingy is sore..." I trailed out awkwardly trying to ignore the pain. It really felt like I got kicked down there.

Raising his brow, his face contorted into a cute confused face. "What?"

"My thingy," I mumbled. This was so embarrassing. God dammit. He shook his head as he furrowed his brows at me. I drew in a shaky breath.

"Be more specific kid." He stated sternly and I gulped at the intimidating tone he used on me.

I whispered and stared at his throat. "My private part hurts."

When I said this, the air suddenly shifted and so did Mr Grumpy's whole body. Tensed and rigid. What was happening?He didn't say anything, so I tried saying something. "What happened to me?"

The look on his face made me want to burst into tears. He brought his hand to my cheek and cupped it. He held my cheek firmly in his grip as he whispered, "You were raped, Ana."

The only sound I heard was the sound of our breaths, nothing else. I felt numbness move rapidly through my veins. I wished I could erase what Mr Grumpy had said, but I heard it and now that nasty word kept replaying inside of me.

There was something about that word that took all the safety and warmth out of my body. Nowadays, that word is so common in news headlines. So common, that some people are slowly becoming desensitised by it. We hear and see so much of it, that I'm pretty sure nearly everyone has dealt or know someone dealing with it.

It's so disgusting that people have this sick idea of being able to even think of putting their hands on someone else's body without their consent. They aren't right in their minds. I don't know how someone could even sexually assault someone without throwing up or burning their hands off.

"Ana?"

I didn't respond to Mr Grumpy. My head was spinning out of control. And then, I came to a life-changing realisation.

I was raped.

I lost my virginity to a rapist.

I broke out into a fit of crying. I could feel myself trembling at the realisation. "W-Why did this happen to me?"

My chest was heaving up and down, really quickly. I couldn't catch my breath. I tried to open my mouth but the raw whimpering were the only sounds I could hear.

I felt Mr Grumpy's hands softly rubbing my shoulders but I couldn't even react because I felt as if my chest was collapsing onto my lungs. Where the heck was the air?

"Shh baby," Hearing the Adrian Miles softly whispering to me without a single scowl on his face was astonishing. "Slow down."

I tried to push my breathing to slow down but it wasn't working. He sighed and moved my face closer to his. I almost froze from the close distance between us. He was so close that I could see a small beauty spot next to his left eye and the tiniest scar near his hairline.

I nervously bit my lip. My action attracted his dark eyes. He watched them intensely as if he's never seen a pair of lips before. Even I knew that was a lie because he was Adrian Miles. I'm pretty sure he's had many attracted women in his life.

"Don't worry Ana, I'm here for you." He spoke lowly and I kissed my teeth, although that wasn't the only thing I wanted to kiss.

While staring into his eyes, I noticed that my breathing has calmed down immensely. How did he do that? I tried to focus on how the heck he did that but the closeness of him distracted me. What do I do now?

"H-How did you find me?"

He leant back and I sighed, although I didn't know if it was a sigh of relief or disappointment. "This guy Joe called me, saying he was your friend, told me you were taken by some guy, Zack. I called Desi to see where you were. Then some of Desi's men and I went down to Santana's house and I found you naked on a chair, passed out."

Very elaborate. This is the most he's ever spoken to me. I tried to ignore the fact he was the second person to see me naked. Oh my gosh. "W-Where was Nox?" His name made me want to throw up.

He growled out angrily, "Gone. He disappeared when I saw you, probably ran to his daddy."

I slumped my body against him as I felt scared. Nox was still out there. He tightened his hold on me and I hesitantly laid my head into the crook of his neck. Ignoring the pain between my legs when I shifted in his lap, I tightened my arms around his neck and just inhaled his familiar scent.

I felt safer in his arms as if no one could hurt me. It was like Mr Grumpy cloaks me from the monsters lurking in the big bad world.

I must have looked like a creep. My eyes were bloodshot red, pink nose, there was probably tear streaks etched onto my cheeks and my throat felt raw as if someone scratched it from the inside. But I was with Mr Grumpy; Adrian Miles.

I felt the softness of his perfectly shaped lips on my head as they moved, "I'll kill him, don't worry baby."

I was probably too tired to process that he mentioned the word 'kill' because I didn't care what he did as long as he was with me, holding me this way.

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