More than this

Part 2

Rose couldn't believe what was currently going on. She just couldn't believe what she was living right now. She had been fooled once again. Her and her habits of easily making friends. She shouldn't let her guard down so easily. Especially when the person in question was a pretty boy. Adam had been lovely all the time they had spent together in Van Statten precious museum. He sure had been flirting with her despite her telling him that she had a boyfriend – if Mickey could still be called her boyfriend – that she was taken – her heart belonged to another man. It had been fun and flattering though. Until she brought him to the TARDIS, until she took him to the room the ship had gotten ready for him, until he decided that just flirting wasn't enough for him. He wanted more. In just a second, his look changed. From the lovely pretty boy, he suddenly became a beast lusting after her, a beast who knew what he wanted and was ready to anything to have it.

He pinned her to the wall so brutally she felt the air being expelled from her lungs and she felt momentarily dizzy. Adam took advantage of her weakness to press himself against her and kissed her lips by force. She tried to push him away but he was insisting and stronger than her. Her heart started beating faster and she closed her eyes. She couldn't be living that once again. She didn't want the Jimmy Stone incident all over again. She wouldn't be able to pull herself back together if she was ripped to pieces again. Adam was acting just like Jimmy had. He had flirted with her, pretended to be a good boy – just older than her – and seduced her. She hadn't rejected Jimmy, but she really should have. She liked him because she was young and wanted to rebel against her mother, because he was a bad boy and such a lover, because he was singing love songs to her during his shows.

She had ended up falling in love with the guy and accepting to date him. At first, it was a fairy tale. He was lovely and attentive. He was giving her plenty of attention and taking care of her. She was his muse. She felt like a princess. What could have gone wrong? Moving in together despite Jackie's warnings. After that, Jimmy hadn't been the same anymore. His music wasn't working, and he was quickly sinking about the vicious circle of alcohol and drugs and violence. Little by little, he had become violent and abusive of her, treating her like his slave – cleaning slave and sexual slave – and Rose had been too focused on the idea of it just being a phase, on the idea that it would get better. But it never had gotten better. It had only gone worse. And one night, he had come home super high and realised she was about to leave. He had almost killed her that night. Would have if the police hadn't intervened.

So, when Adam kissed her lips despite her refusal, when his tongue traced her jawline before he buried his face into her chest, she fought, but she knew she couldn't win. The image of Jimmy was overlaid on Adam and soon enough, she just stopped fighting. It would be easier. He would have what he wanted and he would leave her there, broken again. She could feel his cold and wet lips on her skin, his hands trying to get past her clothes, his bulge rubbing against her thigh. And suddenly, nothing more. He was gone. Had it just been a strong memory of her past coming back to hit her hard? Or the gentle Adam had really turned out to be a monster? She didn't dare opening her eyes to know the truth. She just stood there against the wall, shaking, tears threatening to fall at any moment, until her legs couldn't carry her anymore and she let herself fall into a miserable heap. And she cried silently.

She heard footsteps coming to her but she didn't move. When two strong leather-clad arms lifted her, she knew it hadn't been a dream, that Adam had really tried to rape her. And the Doctor hadn't let it happen. Her Doctor had gone to her rescue and now, he was carrying her away from the damn place everything had happened. She wasn't aware of how hard she was gripping his jacket, nor where the Doctor was taking her. All that mattered right now was she was safe. The Doctor would never let anything happen to her. He would rip anyone who would lay an harmful finger on her to pieces. She was relieved that he asked no questions. He was just keeping her in his protective embrace until she was done crying. And even then, he didn't let go of her. She was safe. She was protected. And the simple thought of being looked after by a man as extraordinary as the Doctor allowed her to slowly drift to sleep...