(So this isn't exactly light hearted at all and not gonna lie might be a trigger to some people, but I'm still going to post it. It jumps around in time a bit, but it's really important to her character and view of things overall so why not post it right? Along with a bit of Peter being the most supportive boyfriend ever which is rare for him. It might be written a little shitty too so I'm sorry. Agh, I'm just stalling at this point. I'm sorry I'm just really nervous to post this agh. I'm just gonna send it okay...ah one, two, three)

"Wooh! Big fun! Big fun! Hahaha!" Rachael and Gwen sing yelled from on top of a table in Harry's penthouse apartment.

Harry Osborn was throwing another one of his extravagant parties, but this time it was different. His father was home. Norman didn't really seem to give a shit what was going on as long as his room and his study weren't bothered so no one thought much of it.

"Let the speakers blow they'll buy another stereo!" Mary Jane joined in hopping up on the table along side them, bouncing around tipsily with them.

Peter was doing some cringy white boy dances next to the table while Harry was sitting on the couch drinking this situation away and laughing at the girls. The party was booming and thriving with tons of teenagers getting waisted and high.

—

At about two A.M everyone had left except for the main members of the group and a couple stragglers who always stayed around to help clean up after wards. Gwen had passed out on the same table they had been dancing on only a few hours earlier from having put so much alcohol in her tiny body. Harry was pretty intoxicated trying to finish an empty bottle of vodka that he was very convinced was still full. Mary Jane had gone home a few hours earlier in fear of the repercussions she would receive from her abusive father if she had stayed any longer. Peter was sleeping on one of the couches just because he was tired from all that white boy dancing and didn't drink so he was probably the only one in the room that was truly in a sane mindset. Rachael was slightly drunk, but not to the point of a black out due to Peter having been actively keeping her in check for most of the night.

Since she was the only one still awake she headed towards the kitchen for a drink of something less bitter than shitty rum or beer. Stumbling into the kitchen to find Norman fixing himself a glass of what she presumed to be brandy.

"Oh, hey Mr. Osborn...didn't think you'd still be awake...sorry if we kept you up." Rachael says casually walking over to the fridge grabbing a bottle of water. She was rather comfortable around him since she'd dated Harry for almost two years, even though he'd always came off as a bit predatory and slightly psychotic from time to time. She trusted him in the way you trust a long known acquaintance.

"Yeah, I would have stopped you all, but you seemed to be having so much fun. So who am I to tell you to stop." Norman says, biting his lip as he looked the small, young teenager up and down.

"That's a nice sentiment...I guess..." Rachael says shutting the fridge.

"I like to think so." Norman shrugs looking away from her as she turns around. "So you're all Harry's age right?"

"Uh, no...We're all a year younger, we're sophomores Harry's a junior." Rachael says a bit confused that he didn't know that and why he asked in general.

"One of my favorite ages..." Norman nodded taking a sip from his glass before walking around the counter.

"Well...I should probably get back to the-...others." Rachael says, creeped out slightly, starting to walk backwards towards the hallway ready to sprint if need be.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you..." Norman says approaching her as she reaches the hallway.

"Why not..." Rachael asks, starting to panic a fair amount.

"I'm not sure you'd want them to see this." Norman responds moving closer to her, grabbing her arm quickly as she went to run down the rest of the hallway, pushing her back into the wall. He put his knee in between her legs, pressing his body into hers to keep her from moving. While he began to pull her skirt up and unbutton his pants.

"Pl-Please please don't! Please- please don't do this..." Rachael cries trying to push him off of her, but couldn't even get him to budge.

"Shut up. You were asking for it." Norman growls ignoring her cries, getting annoyed by her struggling so he pins her arms over her head with one hand, using the other hand to gain access to all the things he was planning on doing. "Everyone at your age wants it."

"No...no...don't...please don't-" Rachael sobs trying to get him away from her, but even her powers didn't seem to be effective.

"I thought I told you to shut up!" Norman growls quick to begin assisting her.

"Stop! Stop don't- I-I Help! Please!" Rachael yells a bit muffled from unwanted activity being forced upon her.

"I thought I told you to shut up!" Norman grumbles moving his other hand from her hip to cover her mouth.

"No! No...Pete-" Rachael screams, Norman clamping his hand over her mouth before she can finish her cry for help.

—

Rachael sat on the floor of the hallway sobbing in her very disheveled outfit and completely broken emotional state. She sat there for at least an hour before she was able to muster up enough courage to fix her outfit and leave.

"Peter...Peter..." Rachael whispers shakily, wiggling his arm to wake him up from his sleeping position on the couch.

"Hmm?..." Peter grumbles tiredly, blinking his eyes open slowly.

"I want to go home." Rachael sniffles, trying to look like nothing had happened. "Now."

"Okay..." Peter nods sitting up and rubbing his eyes tiredly, opening them to observe her current state. "Are you okay?"

"Fine, lets just go, okay?" Rachael says twirling a piece of her hair in attempt to hide behind it.

"Oh okay..." Peter sighs softly, knowing she wasn't okay, but didn't want to push her just yet. "Let's go then."

He lead her over to the window stepping onto the balcony, slipping his arm around her waist and swinging a web to take them back to the compound.

—

It had been a few weeks now and everything that had occurred that night still haunted her. A reminder of it was in every touch, every injury she gained, ever dream she dreamt, every thought she could think, every sexual desire to cross her mind, every crack in the pavement contained a terrible reminder.

"How's my beautiful supermodel girlfriend doing tonight?" Peter asks snaking his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. He pulled her dress sleeve down, brushing her hair out of his way and began kissing along her neck.

Rachael immediately tense and went into defense mode. "Stop..." She turned away and pushed him off of her.

"Are you okay?" Peter asks, confused since she was never really one to turn down foreplay that could and would potentially lead to sex.

"I'm fine." Rachael responded quickly turning her back to him. "Just-just go home okay...please..."

"Racha-" Peter starts, reaching towards her.

"Stop, I said go home. Just leave me alone." Rachael cuts him off quickly.

"Oh okay..." Peter says, going to grab his stuff to leave like she had asked.

—

It's been a bit over a month since the incident and nothing has change much since her initial reaction to everything. She still hadn't told anyone, but there had been a slight development in the problem.

Rachael sat on the floor of her bathroom burst out in tears with suicidal thoughts flowing through her mind as a small positive pregnancy test sat on the counter of her bathroom sink. Peter had snuck into her bedroom through the window hearing the loud sobs from behind the closed bathroom door and choosing to investigate.

Knock Knock!

"Rachael, are you okay?" Peter asks softly, reaching for the door knob when he didn't get a response, relieved to find it not locked, but still frightened of what he might find waiting for him inside. "I'm coming in okay?"

He spotted her in her broken sat taking a minute to observe the room around her. The test on the counter being the first thing to catch his eye. Trying not to have a panic attack of his own, he rushes over to her kneeling in front of her.

She lunged out at him wrapping her arms around him for comfort, spewing a bit of nonsense along with the story of what occurred and a million apologies for something that wasn't her fault.

"Hey, shhh...calm down. None of this is your fault. I'll kill him if it makes you feel any better. There are always options to end this..." Peter says softly holding her tightly. This situation was what some adults classified as impossible for a child to go through or experience, but the truth is it's not. No fifteen year olds should ever be subjected to torture like this, but it still happens just like it's happening here.

"I can't live with myself like this...I-I can't- Peter-I-I-..." Rachael sobs onto his shoulder.

"Shhh...we'll fix this all as soon as we can okay...there is no same in that option, okay? We'll handle this and no one will have to know, okay? I'm going to fix this, okay?" Peter says his voice shaking slightly, but didn't lessen his determination to end this or change the meaning of his words.

"Okay..." Rachael sniffles.