𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎'𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒹ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽 （𝒜 𝒸𝒽ℯ𝓃𝒻ℴ𝓇𝒹 𝒶𝓊）

Chapter three: I should've known

A/N: Hi loves, this story will have pov switches per chapter,  for example this chapter is set during the same time frame as the last one, however this is Tim's point of view, some chapters it may switch between both similar to the first chapter. Trigger warning for mentions of sexual assault, mentions of abuse, mental illness, and alcohol use.

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6 weeks prior...

It was three days since the winter formal, three days since he found her unconscious in the hallway out side of the bedrooms with her dress torn, neck bruised, and thighs covered in blood. Three days since he carried her out, begging for her to hold on, he didn't know what happened then, all he knew is someone hurt her while he was to busy fighting with his ex girlfriend to notice she was gone, and now she lies in a hospital bed, barely conscious for the past three days, and the doctors saying she'd been raped. The rage he felt in that moment when they said the words, "she's been raped." made him personally want to track down who did this to her, and rip them to shreds. Someone had hurt Lucy, his Lucy.

Her parents still had to work, he forced Genny to go home and get some rest the night before, and Jackson was sent home after he started yelling about how he knew exactly who did this, and how they would pay for what they did to her, and Tim for one had to agree with Jackson there. So for the past few hours it had just been him and Lucy, well a not fully conscious Lucy, but still the point. At some part of the day she'd grabbed his hand in her sleep, and he hadn't let go of it since, hadn't stopped gently squeezing and rubbing her hand, and she slept seemingly peaceful for awhile, so Tim just spent the day watching her carefully, making sure she kept breathing, making sure she was safe.

No one understood it, why he insisted on staying with her, but they didn't understand none of them did. He found her, he couldn't get the image out of his mind, he couldn't sleep. He couldn't breathe, because it just kept replaying in his mind, and worst of all he knew it was partly his fault. He had ditched her, he ignored her just like everyone else had, and because of it, she was in the hospital barely conscious for the last three days, covered in bruises, and mentally scarred for the rest of her life.

He wasn't quite sure what he was expecting, but he began to her whimpering, the sound of her crying, and struggling to breathe, he was just about to call in the nurse when she opened her eyes, her warm brown eyes that were the color of honey, but they were still filled with tears, her body trembled uncontrollably, and at that moment he just felt her grip his hand tighter and sob out. "He's not here, please tell me." She said in between sobs that completely shattered his heart. "No, he's not here. I won't let him hurt you again. Who did this love?" He asked softly, as she grabbed his hand a bit harder which slightly surprised him, after what she'd been through, he was surprised she could be touched at all. "Pierson." She muttered, as she brought his hand closer, still sobbing relatively loud.

One name, he was going to take this man down if it's the last thing he did. She didn't say a word after that, only cried and squeezed his hand until she just stopped. "Lucy? Baby? What do you need?" He asked her softly as she just laid there staring into nothing. "Hold me." She just whispered, still staring with glassy eyes. He didn't know what to do, was it the drugs talking? Would she wake up next morning and have a panic attack because he's touching her? He had no idea so no words escaped his lips, and that's when she looked at him with that look of desperation. "Please Tim?" She asked, and he couldn't refuse her. "Just until the doctors come back." He whispered like she cared at all about the doctor, and simply moved over so he could lay next to her, so he did, wrapping his arms around her body, as she laid her head against his chest and closed her eyes again, and he knew that Pierson would pay..

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Present time..

The list of people he hated was steadily growing, his father for hurting him and Genny, his mother for doing absolutely nothing to prevent it, Ashely, he disliked the fact Genny had to force him to know Lucy, hell he even hated Lucy herself a bit, because he that she could never be his. But now, now the person he hated most was Pierson. He didn't tell anyone, it didn't matter that he was the one who found her unconscious, with her dress ripped, neck bruised, and bleeding down there, the sight was completely horrific. He couldn't get it out of his mind, he had nightmares about it, all he wanted was to know she was safe, but like everyone else he failed to protect her, and he hated himself for it, more then he could have ever imagined.