Shh! Don't tell.

What?!?

Nate

I was watching her sleep she looked so peaceful, so innocent, so pure. But she wasn't. She was tarnished, broken, hurt. I couldn't protect her, not from this. I want to but I can't . So I just watched her I stood there at the end of her bed watching her.
"Babe" she said rubbing her eyes "what are you doing?".
"Nothing" I said sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Were you watching me sleep?"
"Maybe"
She lay her head on my lap and looked up into my eyes. I looked down at her and stroked her hair pushing the loose strands behind her ear. "Are you ok?" "Cuz we can talk if you want"
"Nate I'm fine this happened two years ago, I've had therapy, I went to boarding school to get away from him. I'm fine seriously"
Therapy?... boarding school?... two years!
Two years she was fourteen. Fourteen. She needed therapy, she had to run from him. I reached out and grabbed her pulling her to my chest protecting her it was like instinct.

Over the next few days she told me everything about that night. She told me how he has tried to force himself on her time and time again and how the last time he did he came prepared with ropes. She told me how she screamed and squirmed to break free and how he hit her to make her stop. How her brother found her bruised and bloody naked still tied tight to the posts of the bed. I was stunned shocked. But mostly mad. Angry at this guy she won't tell me his name. She doesn't want me to attack him.