*Graphic warning*

What the fuck has this girl been through? There are six lines down her back, I've seen enough wounds in my time to know these were cut deep. Imagining some one hurting her makes my blood boil. If I knew who did this I wouldn't think twice about torturing them over and over until they begged for death. I sat her on the counter and stood between her legs she won't look at me but I can see the pain in those blue eyes, the tears starting to well.

"How did you get those scars?" I said so quietly it was almost a whisper.

"Please Cordelia, you can tell me, who hurt you?" She finally looked at me.

"I can't" she whispered, I could hear the pain in her voice and I could already see it in her eyes, I want to take her pain away, put her back together.

"I like the way you make me feel, even though I barely know you. Once I tell you it'll change, it always does" the tears began to roll down her cheek, I wiped them away with my thumb.

"Cordelia I like being with you too, I'm not going anywhere, nothing is going to change, tell me what happened" I said looking deep into her eyes. She sighed

"fine, but I warned you" she took a deep breath as if she was about the drop a bomb.

"When I was 17 I snuck out and went to a club, I managed to get in with the girls I was with, but when I went out for some air the bouncer wouldn't let me back in. I had no way of getting home so I waited outside for the girls. A man came up to me and offered me a ride. I was stupid enough to take it. I got in his car, told him my address and he drove the wrong way." She was beginning to sob. I held her tightly and she continued.

"He Took me to the woods. He tied me to a tree, he raped me. Each time he would mark a line in my back, he said my screaming helped him enjoy it. After he carved the sixth line he put me in his car, threw my clothes at me and drove me home, left me on my front yard." She jumped out of my arms and bolted for the door. Her sobs were louder now. I ran after her grabbed her and pulled her to me. She tried to fight me but I held her as tight as I could. She stopped fighting and cried into my shirt. I kissed her forehead and just let her cry it out. After several minutes her crying subsided. She looked up at me.

"That's the full story, no one else knows all of it. You can leave, I understand" she looked away, down at the floor.

"Are you fucking kidding?" I pulled her to look at me

"I'm not going anywhere." I pulled out my cell phone and typed a quick text to Bullet to delay the meeting to tonight. I picked her up put her on the bed and climbed in next to her I pulled her into me and held her tight. I kissed her forehead, her cheek and her jawline before gently kissing her lips. This girl has been treated horrifically and I intend to show her how she should be treated. I rolled her over so she lay on her front and kissed down her back, laying kisses on every scar.

I lay next to her, she had stopped crying, she was studying my face and she lifted her hand and ran the back of her fingers down my cheek. I leaned in and kissed her softly but she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her kissing me back passionately. I deepened the kiss and moved myself on top of her.