***TRIGGER WARNING!!! THIS CHAPTER INVOLVES RAPE AND ASSAULT, SO IF THAT IS A TRIGGER FOR YOU, GO ON TO THE NEXT CHAPTER!***

I spent half of my time at the party drinking, the other half of my time looking for Hikaru. When I finally found him, he was sitting by himself on the back patio. "Hey Hika-baby, the party is inside," I murmured as I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, kissing the back of his neck. He shrugged me off of him and turned to look at me. "Hika-baby, what's wrong?" He looked at me sadly. "Look A.J., I don't know how to say this, so I guess I just gotta let it out. It's over between me and you," he said. My heart dropped to my stomach, slowly spun and flipped and eaten by acid as it started to deteriorate. "Wh-what? You can't be serious!" I exclaimed. "I am serious. I'm breaking up with you," he declared, his voice hard with conviction. "But it's together forever, you and me, remember? Y-you said you wanted to marry me!" I cried. He laughed, but it was not a humorous sound. It was cold and detached. "C'mon A.J., no one finds their soulmate in high school," he murmured. I didn't know what to do; I didn't know what to say. We stared at each other for what felt like hours. "A.J.?" He took a step toward me, and that's when I found my voice. "No, no A.J. nothin'! You feet putain! How dare you?! How dare you take my heart, knowing I've invested all of it into you, knowing I had a future planned with you, and just string me along?" I shrieked. "A.J., I-"

"Hika-baby what's wrong? 'Oh no baby I'm fine, don't worry. I love you.' I been hearin' that for a month. What a bunch'a bullshit! If you didn't wanna be with me before you coulda said som'n, you coulda broke it off a long time ago, but no. No, you didn't do that. You just played me like a muhh'fuckin' fiddle and I was too stupid to see it. You think this is a game? Do you enjoy destroyin' people like this?!?" I just kept getting louder, but I didn't care. "A.J., no! I do love you, and I'm sorry," he said. "Just listen to m-" I laughed sharply, cutting him off. "Sorry, you're sorry?! Ain't no sorry for ya. You know what? Fuck you!" With that, I whirled around and ran away. I swiped angrily at the tears that had started to fall again. I shouldn't cry; that bastard wasn't worth my tears. That bastard who was everything to me for the past two years. Thinking about it made me cry even harder. I ignored the concerned cries from my friends and kept running.

Hikaru P.O.V.
I watched her run away, and I completely broke down in tears. I had deserved every bit of fury she spewed at me. I had let A.J.-- the woman of my dreams, the person I wanted to spend forever with-- go, and why? Because I was a coward. I was a coward and I was lower than dirt for how badly I hurt her. My own words echoed in my head. No one finds their soulmate in high school. But I did.

I looked up to see everyone glaring at me: Haruhi, Tamaki, Kyoya, Honey, Mori, Jess, Jared, Michael, Nadine, Sakura, Jacob, Tadashi, Amaya, even Kaoru was looking at me like I was a piece of shit. Maybe because I am, I thought. "We talked about this, Hikaru. I thought you'd make the right decision. Obviously I was wrong," Kaoru said, shaking his head in disappointment. Haruhi looked like she wanted to kill me, and I bet she did. I had just broken her best friend's heart. "What're you talking about Kaoru?" Tamaki asked. "Our mother told him if he didn't break up with Adrienne, then she'd disown him and blackball him from getting into any college, as well as take away his rights to the family money. I knew he was going to handle it, but I didn't think he'd be stupid enough to do as Mother says," he sneered, crossing his arms over his chest. Without warning, Haruhi hauled back and hit me in the face. My head rocked and I saw black spots for a minute. When my vision cleared, I saw her stomp off with Tamaki chasing after her. The rest of the group steadily stared me down. "Screw what your mom says! If I had someone who made me as happy as you were with Adrienne, I'd defy God himself to stay with her!" Michael yelled. The boys nodded in agreement. "Is she still here?" Jess asked. I shrugged. She ran pretty fast to still be in the house somewhere. I had just made the biggest mistake of my life, and I knew that I did. But how do you fix something when you've already shattered it beyond repair?

A.J. P.O.V.
I wandered for over an hour before I found myself at Dylan's apartment. My phone said it was 12:30. Please be home, I silently begged as I knocked on the door. It was not Dylan who answered, but Ryo. He was standing there in jeans and a wifebeater, looking at me like I was a total stranger. I completely forgot he, Dylan, and Nick were roommates. "A.J.? What the hell happened to you?" he asked, opening the door wider. I started crying all over again and he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me into the house. "You know you can talk to me. C'mon, sit down and tell me about it." He guided me over to the couch and pulled me down beside him as I retold the events of tonight. He hugged me tight afterward and I cried even more. I leaned back and he put his hand on my knee, patting it soothingly. "It'll be okay," he whispered. Before I knew what was happening, he leaned forward and kissed me, his fingers inching up my leg. I pulled away from him quickly. "What are you doing?" I laughed nervously. "What?" he chuckled, grinning like he didn't have a care in the world. "You know I've always liked you, and you're available now." His hands steadily reached for me. "Ryo, I-I didn't come here for this," I sighed. His grip tightened and I looked up at him with wide, fearful eyes. "Then what did you come for, you little cocktease?" I tried to push him away from me, but he kept moving closer. "R-Ryo, please stop," I begged. He pushed my dress up my legs, squeezing as he tried to kiss me again. I slapped him hard and his head rocked to the side. He immediately came back with a punch to my cheek. My head snapped back and I rolled off of the couch. I could see stars and my vision blurred. He was on top of me in an instant. His hands were up and down my body, roughly groping and scratching. I kicked and tried to move, but was met with another hit. He pushed my legs apart and settled himself between my thighs. Dress up, panties torn, zipper open, and just like that he was inside me. His hips rocked erratically, and with each thrust came more white-hot pain. I tried to scream, but he clamped one hand down over my mouth, using the other to prop himself up. His head dipped low for a minute and then there was pain in my chest. He bit down until I felt my skin tear, still pumping into me roughly. He let go and gasped as his body trembled and he came. He pulled out and I heard his zipper. I couldn't see very well. My head was pounding and everything else hurt. I heard the door open and someone yell, "What the fuck?" Dylan. I heard a soft chuckle from Ryo and then him grunt as something crashed into him. "Adrienne! Oh my God!" Nick. I felt myself being picked up and my mind raced. No, I didn't want Ryo to touch me again, I didn't want him to hurt me. I flailed and screamed wildly. My wrists were grabbed and I started to panic more. "Hey, hey! It's just me. I'm not gonna hurt you," Nick whispered, setting me on the couch. I curled up small and disorientedly watched him pry Dylan off of Ryo. "Dyl! Stop, look, go put Adrienne in the car," he said, just shoving him my way. He took his hoodie off, draping it over me like a blanket before he scooped me up. "Get your stuff and leave. If you're still here when I get back, I'll call the authorities," I heard Nick say before I was carried outside. Dylan tucked me into the back seat carefully. Nick was coming down right behind us apparently, because he was in the driver's seat and starting the car up before Dylan shut the passenger door. "Call her aunt, tell her to meet us at the hospital," he ordered. Dylan had his phone out and was calling in seconds. "Y-you're really not gonna call the cops?" I asked in disbelief, my voice hoarse. "Of course I'm going to call them. Look at what he did to you! ...yeah, hello. I need an officer at 400 Oak Street Apartment 132 and I need one up at the Ootori Hospital ER. There's just been a rape." I tried to sit up as Dylan and he hung up their phones at the same time. "Sweetie, do you want me to call Hikaru?" Dylan asked. I pulled the huge hoodie tighter around me and whimpered, "N-no. We're not together anymore. It's none of his business!" There was a long silence, and the tension in the car was thick enough to cut through. "I'm so sorry, Adrienne. This night has been too much for you," Nick mumbled, uncertain of how to respond. Eventually we were at the hospital and Dylan was carrying me inside. I heard Auntie's voice, angry and scared. I hope she's not mad at me. Please don't be mad at me, I thought, laying against Dylan's shoulder as I started to cry. "Shhh, it'll be okay, it'll be alright," he soothed. Nick came in last and said, "The officer just got here. Adrienne, can you talk to him?" I nodded weakly, holding on tightly to consciousness. "Hi...Adrienne, right?" the officer asked. I curled up small in Dylan's lap. I nodded, peeking up at him warily. He was a stout, middle-aged man, probably had a few kids of his own. "I talked to your aunt, and I need you to tell me what happened, okay?" I relayed the sordid tale all over again, and by the end of it, a nurse came out and let Dylan know to bring me back to a room. The cop, who I learned was Officer Amori, closed his notepad and spoke to the nurse. "We need a rape kit done immediately." The nurse murmured a concerned agreement and gestured for Dylan to follow her. I could hear Auntie and Nick behind me, but everything was going dark. I was out before I even made it to a room.

Hikaru P.O.V.
I went to A.J.'s the next morning to try and make things right, but no one was there. I left several voicemails and texts, all with no reply. I had gone over there for three days, and was met with no answer. Finally, on the fourth day, I got a text. I dove across my room for my phone and hurried to check it. It was from A.J.

I don't want you to try and contact me. It's...too painful. I'm changing my number. I don't ever want to see or hear from you again.

Just like that, my chances were gone. I had ruined my own life, and let the best thing to ever happen to me walk away. She was washing her hands of me, because I had hurt her. I was an idiot and an asshole, and I deserved all of this.

A.J. P.O.V.
I was in the hospital for two days. Ryo was arrested and Auntie had told me to press charges. I did. As scared as I was, I was promised that he would be locked away. That gave me a feeling of security. My nose was broken and I had butterfly bandages over the marks he had left. Those wounds would eventually heal, but the psychological damage was done. I don't think I would ever heal.

Hikaru came to the door while Auntie was at work the day after I left the hospital. I stayed on the couch and prayed that he would go away. Eventually, he did, but my phone quickly filled with texts and missed calls. I couldn't take it anymore. The next day I texted him. With shaking hands and tear-filled eyes, I pressed SEND.

I don't want you to try and contact me. It's...too painful. I'm changing my number. I don't ever want to see or hear from you again.

Just like that, my chances were gone. My life had been ruined, and I was too scared to let Hikaru back into it. So I let the best thing to ever happen to me walk away. He had washed his hands of me; it was time I did the same. I was broken and alone, and I didn't deserve any of it.