Can A Rebel Love Another Rebel?

Explaining.

Zoey's POV.

I then look around the livingroom I was leaning on Mickey, and Ian was on the other side of me holding my hand as tears were coming down my face.

"I guess I will start from the beginning. It was about a year ago. One of the guards, a male, told me that I was being repositioned from the janitor to the kitchen. I thought nothing of it, considering they just moved a girl from the kitchen, because she was stealing."

Mickey looked confused, Ian looked like he understood, those were the only ones who I looked at before continuing.

"One night after all the chefs went home, it was just me and the male gaurd. He made me clean up the kitchen instead of the janitor, I didn't understand why until," the tears then start down harder, "he pushed me against the freezer and gagged me calling me the hottest thing since my mother, I tried to get away, but he threatened to kill me in my sleep. So I took all 7 1/2 inches of h-h-his d-d-dick." I started crying even hardly and was hiccuping by the end of the story.

I didn't bother looking up as I continued.

"The night before I was released, he forced himself on me and told me he would find me and do me again, when he was feeling horny." I said the last part very quietly.

I then feel Mickey fists tighten.

"That fucking bastard, I will fucking kill that pedophile!" He yell as he gives me Ian, and I cry I not Ian's chest.

I then hear things getting thrown and a window breaks. All I do is cry into Ian's chest.

"I will help you Mickey!" I hear Carl yell, and I also hear him run out.