He's going to touch me. Oh God, please don't let him touch me. No! Alexandra's mind shrieked with disgust and despair. Please don't. She begged feeling herself stiffening under the pressure of his hands on her back.

Against her will, tears spilled out from under her closed eyelids. A choked sobbed escaped her raw throat. She felt the tension and strain in his hands and knew what was coming.

Squeezing her eyes shut more tightly she waited.

"Al?" He asked softly.

But she didn't answer him, she couldn't. She knew what he was thinking. Repulsion was in clear in his voice. She wasn't good enough, she wasn't worthy of him, of the feelings he was freely giving her.

"Al, talk to me." He said gently, his hands cupping her elbows to shake her lightly.

It's coming. Amy thought dreadfully. I knew it would come to this. It always does.

His large delicate hand touched her chin briefly, forcing her to look up at him. "What's wrong?"

The large depths of his eyes burned incessantly into hers. Demanding a reply… a reason… a response…an excuse.

"I'm sorry." She whispered through a tearful whisper.

He shook his head, "Just tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can help."

The words made her shudder and again his hands were on her, instantly she stilled all movements. No! Her mind cried out wildly. "No!" She shouted, pushing him away. "Stop!"

He stumbled back, shock distorting his features. "Alex! What's wrong?" He questioned loudly, his hands trying to stop her from lashing out at him.

"Stop!" She screamed again. A wild rage burned through her body and she finally felt alive. "Let me go!" Her foot shot out and kicked his shin hard.

Grimacing in the pain, he released her. "God, what is wrong with you, Alex?!" Anger was filling him now, but only because he was scared, and he didn't know exactly what to do.

Her arms still thrashed about her. Warding off any contact between her and him.

"Fine!" He yelled furiously before stomping off. "Get home by yourself, Alexandra!"

It took several minutes to calm down, and even then Alexandra was breathing heavy and was physically and emotionally weak. Her mind searched for the explanation of what just occurred, it only drew up a blank.

Picking up herself and her bruised emotions, she started dragging herself home. Not a really long walk from the fairgrounds, but long enough to calm down and collect her thoughts.

Creeping into her house, she walked quietly through the dark and dressed quickly for bed. Exchanging her blouse and jeans for sweatpants and an over-washed cotton tee.

She crawled into her bed silently, and leaned her head back against the downy-soft pillow. Her eyes started falling, and she drifted off in a gentle doze.

Something woke her though; something grazed lightly across her cheek.

Unconsciously she rubbed the spot before Rolling over. That's when she felt it. Something forced her to roll back over. No, not something, someone. Fear raced through her body while someone's hand traveled down her side to her thigh.

Tears came and burned the back of her eyes. Her throat constricted with the disgust she had felt earlier, but now it was twice as bad as a hand rubbed between her legs.

She remained still through it all. Not knowing how to stop it. How to stop them from such a malicious act.

Hands and lips roamed over her body. As if trying to map out and memorize every small curve of her form. When every stitch of her clothing was removed she shivered from the cool air, and the hot breath that made her skin crawl.

She cried out though, when he entered her. Her body stretched to accommodate the intrusion but she held in the screams of agony that she longed to release.

The abuse continued though. No one heard her silent prayers and cries. No one came in to stop and help her. No one…

Finally, when he had removed himself from her and her bed, he leaned over and pecked her cheek quickly. "Night sis." He whispered loudly before leaving her room.

Alexandra curled up tightly, pulling her blankets over her. Searching around her bed with a weak hand, she found the nightclothes she was once wearing and started pulling them on, wincing at the unbearable soreness. That was the first time it had ever gone so far… and she knew it wasn't going to be the last.

"Ike, she won't even let me touch her!" Zac complained in frustration.

Isaac shrugged, "Maybe she's afraid, Zac. Ever think of that?"

"What's up?" Taylor asked stepping into the room, a bowl of cheddar popcorn in his hands.

"Zac has girlfriend problems." Isaac said rolling his eyes.

Taylor grinned at his younger brother, "You'll get over it, dude." He said sitting down in front of the TV and between his brothers on the couch.

Zac groaned and placed his head in his hands, "I bet." He muttered dryly.

Isaac snickered, "Every guy has girl problems, just get over it." He advised.

"Yeah," Taylor said nodding, as he grabbed for the VCR remote.

"I hope so." Zac sighed before leaning back and taking a handful of popcorn while watching the beginning credits of a movie.

"A lot of girls are nervous around guys." Isaac said absentmindedly as he too grabbed for a handful of popcorn. "Maybe her older brothers told her not to. Besides she's only a little younger than you are." His voice trailed off once the movie started.

The room fell silent except for the sound coming from the TV, them munching on the popcorn, and the occasional comment. Their minds focused intensely on the movie, Zac's girl problems far from thought.