I curled up into Cole's chest and began telling him everything.

"I was 14, 8th grade. I was dating this guy who I thought was 16. It wasn't until he took me out partying that I found out he was really 18.

"There was one night, he got really drunk and high at a huge party. I wanted to leave and he was my only ride. He got really mad when I asked him to bring me home, but he did it.

"Well, more like he brought me to his house. I asked again if I could go home. He yelled at me to shut up and he slapped me.

"He forced me into his room and onto his bed. He forced himself inside of me and he... He raped me.

"I tried to press charges, but he was found not guilty. All I managed to get on him was a five year restraining order, which expired the night of you party, the first night your father raped me. Then, I found out I was pregnant.

"At first, I was horrified that it was his child, but I eventually grew attached to her. She was my baby, not his. Never his. I loved my baby. Even though I was only 14, I wanted to raise her. I couldn't wait to hold her in my arms.

"But it was too sweet. I miscarried in the third trimester... I had named her and everything!"

"What was her name?" Cole asked softly.

"Melody. Melody Rose," my fingers brushed my tattoo, "My mom let me get this tattoo when I turned 16. I never wanted to forget my baby."

Cole didn't say anything else. He just held me as I cried.

I didn't remember falling asleep, but I woke up to the sound of a phone ringing.

"Wake up, Kitten-ya," Cole stroked my hair, "Do you think you're up to go to court next week?"

"Do I have to?" I mumbled.

"No, but it will help a lot if you do."

"Fine," I agreed, "When is it?"

"Next Wednesday."

I nodded, "Can I go back to sleep now?"

Cole's lip curled into a half smile, "Sure, Kitten-ya, sorry I woke you up."

"S'okay," I drifted off again.

I was jolted awake in the middle of the night by a nightmare. I was shivering and sweating. Cole was laying next to me with his back facing me.

I brushed my wet hair out of my eyes. Cole groaned in his sleep. I reached a hand out and slowly rubbed his back.

"Is everything OK, Kitten-ya?" Cole asked.

Cole rolled over and I snuggled into him, "Better now."

Cole started kissing my face and neck, anywhere he could reach. He was purposely avoiding my lips. I pouted and wiggled up so I could kiss his lips.

Cole smiled against my mouth as I tangled my fingers in his hair. He shifted me so he was on top of me, still kissing.

My grip tightened and I whimpered in fear, "Too soon... I'm sorry."

Cole backed off, "It's OK, I should have known."

He looked down lovingly at me. I pulled him back down next to me, "Thank you so much, for everything. I'm sorry I've been such a burden to you."

"Don't talk like that," Cole kissed the top of my head, "None of this was your fault."

"I should have come to you sooner, but I was too scared. I thought you wouldn't believe me, or have me fired for speaking out against your father."

Cole didn't say anything.

I looked up at him, "Why did you go into his office anyway?"

"I'm not really sure. I was looking for you and I thought I heard something behind the door."

"Huh. Are you sure you still want me around, though? I'm damaged, I'll probably end up depressed, and I lied to you."

"Stop," Cole commanded, "Nothing could ever make me want you less. If anything, this makes me want to protect you even more. I love you, Kitty."

Happy tears welled up in my eyes, "I love you too, Cole."