I awoke the next morning to rain hitting my window. I scooted my way to the edge of the bed, and threw my legs over the side. Everything I did hurt so much. Then it hit me, everything that had happened the night before. The tears, yet again, made there way down my face, as I slowly got up off the bed. I could barely walk it hurt so much. My hair was a mess, my naked body was covered in dry blood, and my sheets were going to have to be thrown out. I was in too much pain to bring myself to shower. I wiped all of the blood of that I could see, and slipped on some panties. I threw on an extra large sweat shirt, that hung low enough on me, it almost made it to my knees, and brushed through my hair, pulling it up into a ponytail, before leaving the room. I made sure to shut the door behind me, since I hadn't yet pulled the bloody sheets from my bed.

I made it to the staircase, and wondered if I'd be able to make it down the stairs, seeing as i was already in tons of pain. I knew if I didn't come down soon, though, the guys would definitely come looking for me, though, and I didn't want them to see the mess in my room. I descended the stairs, slowly but surely, and made my way into the living room, skipping the kitchen altogether, I couldn't even think about eating after what had happened, I felt so sick.

"Good morning, sleepy head!" Sam yelled as I walked into the room. All six of the guys were sitting around the television watching the same horror film Aden had turned on last night, I was almost sick right then and there. "It's almost noon. I was about to come up and see if you were still alive." At this point, I'm surprised I am. Sam came over and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. As soon as I felt his arms touch my body, I screamed out in pain. Sam released me immediately, and all eyes were on me. "What was that for, Bradley? Are you okay?" I could feel the tears pricking at my eyes, for the billionth time, it seemed. It hurt so much just to stand there, so I let myself fall to the ground. The tears came again, as pain seared through my body. I laid there on the floor, sobbing. Sam quickly knelt down beside me, and the rest of the guys gathered around. "What's wrong, honey? You can tell me, I'm here for you." Sam said to me.

"We're all here for you, Bradley." Zacky said. I couldn't bring myself to tell them what was wrong. I felt so ashamed.

"Sweetheart," Sam said, reaching out to run his hand along my arm. The sleeve of my shirt, being as loose as it was, gave way to Sam's touch, and slid up my arm, revealing a long, thin, cut. "What is this?" Sam touched it, and I screamed again. "Bradley, please tell me you didn't do this to yourself." They all looked at me with concern in their eyes, Matt looked furious. I wondered if he knew Aden had to have been the cause.

"N..nno." I managed to get out, through my sobs.

"Bradley, if you didn't do this, who did?" Brian knelt down beside me, now.

"I know exactly who fucking did this. It had to have been that fucking asshole, Aden." Matt suddenly said. Everyone looked up at him.

"You think so?" Jimmy said.

"Of course, I do. Who else would have done this?" They all just shook their heads and turned back to me.

"Did Aden do this to you, Bradley?" Johnny asked me. I tried to shake my head yes, but it hurt so bad to move. My bangs moved out of the way when I laid my head back down, and Sam reached out to touch my cheek.

"Oh my gosh." He touched the cut on my cheek, causing me to whimper in pain. "How many more of these are there?" I just started crying harder. "I take it there is probably more than what meets the eye. Can I see them, Bradley?" I whispered a yes in return. I knew Sam wasn't going to be pulling any funny business seeing me naked, he was completely concerned. He helped me up, and up to my bedroom. The rest of the guys following behind to help if needed. They waited outside while Sam helped me onto the bed. He gasped when he saw the blood ridden sheets. He slipped the shirt over my head, revealing my naked chest, and all of the cuts covering the various places on my body. He took in a long, unsteady breath. "Oh dear lord." His eyes scanned me up and down, taking in every cut. "They have to see this, Bradley. They need to know what he did to you. Let's be honest, if anyone is going to protect you, it's going to be them, they're more muscular than I will ever be." I slowly nodded, and covered my breasts, standing up, as he let the guys into the room.

They all took in the blood covered sheets, my cut covered body.

"Holy fuck." Johnny stated. All of the guys nodded in agreement to Johnny's statement.

"We have to get her to a doctor." Brian stated.

"We have to fucking kill the asshole that did this to her." Matt said. He was clenching his fists so hard, I thought his hands were going to break.

"We all agree with you, Matt. I don't know about the killing part, but we will definitely be teaching that little bitch a lesson. No one fucking hurts our friends." Zacky said. The guys nodded.

"I'm ss..ssorry." I cried. Matt came over to me, and wiped the tears from my face, careful to avoid my cut. "You don't need to be sorry for anything, Bradley. He should be sorry. And he will be when we get done with him." He kissed me on the cheek, and the guys all left the room so I could get dressed and ready to go to a doctor.