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      Genevieve heard a faint knocking on the door. It was quarter to midnight, the show ended a while ago and everyone hung around for a bit. She got a visit from Lin but he saw she was hard at work and told everyone to let her be.

    "It's open" she said, in walked no other then Jonathan Groff. "It's thy majesty groffsauce" she said putting down her paint brush and walking out from behind the easel, getting on one knee.

     "You're to much kid" he said helping her up. "Lin said you were working and we should let you be but he's gone and I'm a grown man" he said, she laughed.

   "Want to see what I'm working on?" She asks shyly, he claps his hands.

   "I do very much so lead me to it you small, blond French fry" he says, she looks back at him and he returns a look of 'I don't know either man'. She brings him over to her canvas. "Holy... this is incredible" he says, she smiles.

    "Thank you, its for the battle of Yorktown, you see I've painted the hills were the battle took place, behind them in the setting sun and how the dark blue night sky is taking over the red sunset like the blue coats beat the red coats. The horse is my embodiment of Washington, I see stallions as leaders and he up on his hind legs like Washington would stand in victory" she explains.

    Jonathan's breath is taken away, his eyes glance over then painting again and again. "Genevieve, girl I mean wow this is amazing. So much detail I could never" he says, he smiles. "This is what you were born to do" he says, he noticed her tense.

    "Are you okay?" He asks, she gulps.

     "Oh come on little sis, this is only the second time." Her brother says, he's pushed her onto the couch. "Please don't" she says trying to push his hands away from her chest and thighs. "Come on Genevieve..." he says, he brings his mouth closer to her ear.
"This is what you were born to do..."

Without knowing she's broken down sobbing and he's wrapped her in a hug. "I'm sorry, you should go and rest" she says, he doesn't let go.

    "Let's go get some tea" he proposes, she tries to bargain with not having money and it being almost midnight hit he takes her anyway.

    "Is it something I said?" He asks, she sighs.

    "I don't know I..." she starts, "I trust you not to tell anyone, you've been kind to me since the beginning so..." she says and sips her tea.

   He nods and waits.

   "I was a rape victim when I was younger, they never caught my attacker, and I think something triggered a memory of it all and I just..." she's interrupted by him hugging her again. She finally stops fighting it and breaks down into his arms...

    Little did he know he would learn, I would learn, we all would learn that "younger" meant last week and her attacker was never caught because without him she'd being nothing, so bad to the point where she could follow her parents foot steps. That's another thing he told her she was born to do...

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