My Little Girl

Chapter Two

Author's Note:

Hi!!! So, I know it's been a bit, but I'm here now. So, I'm going to give a warning here. This chapter has rape in it, so younger, please shield thy innocent eyes.

The next evening, Star was awoken by a sharp pain in her back. She sat up carefully. As she as she sat up, she heard a knock at her door. Star got up, pain shooting through her lower back. She walked to the door and opened it.

Her best friend, Catarina, known as Cat, stepped through the door and plopped on her bed. "Oh, my gosh," Cat sighed. "I am exhausted." Star smiled and tried to walk to her bed. Cat was babbling about something unimportant when she noticed Star's limp.

"What's wrong, hon," Cat asked, concerned. Star shook her head. Cat knew something was off. She narrowed her eyes. "Audrey Rose Moore," Cat said, using Star's full name. "I know something is wrong."

Star shook her head again. Cat rolled her eyes, getting up. "You're shift is in half an hour," She said, walking to the door. She glanced at Star before closing her door.

Immediately, Cat ran into the same man that was in Star's room the night before. Cat smirked. "Here to see the princess herself," Cat asked.

Paul shifted. "Uh, yeah," He answered nervously. "She's in her room," Cat answered. Paul nodded a quick thanks and strode over to the closed door.

Paul knocked on the door lightly. After a second, the door was opened. What he saw was not expected. Star had a tired and pained expression. Paul frowned.

"What's wrong, love," Paul asked. Star shook her head. Paul didn't believe her. He walked into the room and shut the door. "What's wrong," Paul asked.

Star shook her head, looking down. Paul lifted her chin. "Look at me, Star," Paul whispered. Star's ice blue eyes slowly meet Paul's hazel orbs. Paul moved his hand to her cheek. Star sucked in a breath.

"Tell me what's wrong, love," Paul whispered. Star hesitated. Could she tell him? Would she? Paul leaned a little closer. He gently placed his lips onto Star's. She didn't hesitate this time.

Paul put his arms around Star's waist and pulled her against him. Star flinched, but kissed back. Star placed her hands upon Paul's chest and closed her eyes. Paul wrapped his arms around Star and held her.

After a minute, they both pulled away. Star's eyes got big, realizing what she had just done. What she just did had gone against everything she was every taught. Star sighed and pushed Paul away.

Park frowned. "Are you a'right, love," He asked. "Get out, Paul," Star muttered. Paul cocked an eyebrow. He walked closer and put a hand on Star's back. Star shrieked and pushed Paul away.

"Get out, Paul," Star whispered. Paul sighed and nodded. He went to Star's make up desk and got a piece of paper. He took a eyeliner pencil and wrote something on it. He wordlessly walked across the room and left.

Star collapsed on her bed in tears. She sobbed into her pillow. She knew she had work that day, but she didn't feel up to it.

Star was in the middle of her tears when she heard a knock at her door. She got up slowly. Star walked to the door and opened it.

Paul walked through the club, going to the door. He was pissed, to say the least. He was so angry and confused.

Paul walked to his car and started it. All it made was a groaning noise. Paul leaned his head back on the seat. "Damn," He muttered. He got of the car and started walking.

Star watched as Mr. Kite pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. She still had no tears brimming in her eyes. Mr. Kite smirked. "He's not coming back in here again, Rose," He stated.

Star stayed silent. Mr. Kite smirked and walked to the door. He opened it, walked through, and closed it.

Star just stared at the floor. Tears threatened to flow from her eyes. She would cry, though. She couldn't cry.

Star went to the bathroom that connected in her room. She grabbed some clothes and started the shower. Star waited for it to heat up some.

Star took off her blouse and what was left of her underwear. She looked at herself. She felt so dirty.

Star slowly moved her aching body to the shower. She stepped in. She felt sick. She had just been raped by her boss.

Star was still processing what had just happened. She finally realized, and for the first time in four years, broke down crying.

Star stepped out of the shower, still sobbing, not bothering to dress or even dry off herself and her hair. She collapsed on her bed in a wet, cold heap, sobbing uncontrollably. For the first time in forever, Star felt violated.

Paul didn't feel like walking back to his flat. He didn't want to hear it from Jane why his was home late or why he didn't have the car. Not to mention the walk.

Paul didn't love Jane anymore. She was just a naggy bird. The only reason he kept her around, as crude and crass as it sounded, was simply for a good shag. Paul had fallen head over heels for the beautiful, teenage dancer at The Cage.

Paul decided he was going to see the beautiful dancer at the club and see if he could stay with her. He started back to the club at a sprint, eager to see the young woman. He made it to the club and snuck in using the dancer's entrance.

Paul found Star's room and just as he was about to knock, he heard a choking sob. Paul frowned. That didn't sound like the aloof dancer he knew.

Paul knocked lightly at the door. It didn't open. Paul tried the door and it was unlocked. Paul opened the door and stepped through it.

Paul was met with a horrendous wail. He looked around the room and saw Star, naked and soaking wet, in a pile on her bed. Paul slowly walked towards Star.

"Star," Paul asked. Star gasped and looked up at the flabbergasted Paul. For once, Star didn't care about her appearance or her impression on "consumers" or "clients". All she wanted, was someone to hold her.

And that's exactly what she ask McCartney. Paul was shocked, but did so, wrapping his arms around the broken dancer. Paul rocked her back and for forth.

"What happened, love," Paul whispered. Star shook her head. Paul sighed. He looked down and saw Star's bloody sheets. Paul stifled a gasp. He had a good idea of what went on her just minutes befo re. Paul sighed. "Hey love, I'm going to get you some clothes so you don't catch a cold, a'right," He said, gently.

Star didn't respond. Paul just lifted her off his lap and went to Star's dresser. He pulled out some underwear and a oversized tee shirt. He slipped the underwear on Star and the shirt over her head.

Paul changed Star's sheets and planned to bring the bloody ones home to his flat so Star wouldn't have to wash them later and bring them back tomorrow, as that would bring back unwanted memories. Paul gently moved Star under the fresh sheets and made sure she was comfortable.

"Do you need anythin', love," Paul asked. Star didn't respond, a void and faraway look in her eyes. Paul took that as a no and headed to the door. "If you needed anythin' I'm here," Paul said quietly, reaching for the doorknob.

Paul was about to leave when a small voice stopped her him. "Paul, will you hold me?" Needless to say, Paul, of course, obliged to Star's need, and the evening passed thus...