Unable to process. I am completely blinded by anger. I feel faint when I see the blue prints, that he forced on her. To picture someone touching her against her will, makes me absolutely furious. She looks up at me with blank eyes, filled with tears. I don't know what to say to her to make her feel better.

Her body was abused. Assaulted.

She was abused. Looking into those 2 eyes, realizing I can't change what happened, breaks my heart. "Jacob what?" I say with a strained tone, trying not to show my rage. "Sartorius, the waiter," she utters, and I have to think for a second before his face registers.

The waiter, the one who called her beautiful.

"How far did he come?" I close my eyes at the painful question I feel compelled to ask. She tries to speak, and her words come out weak.

"Not all the way," she whimpers. Just to imagine his hands forced upon her skin...

The skin only meant for me. I want to kill him. I am going to kill him.

Lucy's Point of View.

I feel my body relax, comforted by the warmth of Matthew's hands. I get up, sitting on his lap as I wrap my hands around his neck. I've never needed him like I do right now.

I feel ashamed, disgusting. I'm stained by him. He robbed me of something I feel like I can never get back. Control over my body.

"I am going to find him," I hear Matthew say, as if it would comfort me. But the thought terrifies me. "I'll make him pay." he whispers, the shaky yet enraged voice makes me back away.

"No," I shake my head with wide eyes at him.

"Please! Please don't go to him," I feel my voice break as I beg him. I don't Matthew near him, at all. I'm afraid of what he'll do, and what might happen to him.

He shakes his head as he closes his eyes, stroking my thigh.

"I have to, there is no fucking way I'm letting him get away with this," he insists, makes my stomach turn.

"He told me not to tell anyone, he threatened me Matthew! I don't know what he's capable of," I shiver, suddenly cold by the flush of fear.

"I don't care Lucy, do you really think I'm just going to let this slide? He is going to pay for what he did to you!" he breathes heavily, his palms twitching over my thigh.

"Please Matthew, I'm so scared," I bury me face in his neck, and he strokes my back, feeling his tears fall on my shoulder.

"I am so sorry this happened to you," he breathes, inhaling heavily.

"Then we are going to report it," He says, and I get off of him. We both stand up together, and I look up at him.

"How? I don't have any proof." I lay my hands on this chest, tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear.

"There was no witnesses?" Matthew questions. My eyes shoot up at him when the two girls come to mind. They saw what happened, and they can be counted as witnesses.

"Yes there were 2 girls, but I don't know who they are, there is no way of finding them." I sigh between tears.

"There is one way, but it's up to you if you want to do it," he states, rearranging my hair, laying it behind my shoulder.

"What do you mean?" I ask, hopeful for any solution that won't end up in Matthew putting himself in danger.

"You have to issue a public statement, and use the media to find them," he explains with an uncertain voice. I would have to tell the world what happened, and ask for the witnesses to step forward, counting that they would hear about it. My stomach turns with the thought of it becoming news that I was sexually assaulted. But if it keeps Matthew away from him, I feel obligated to do it, so I nod at him.

"I'll make some calls," he kisses my forehead.

"You don't have to, I know something that would work," I nod slowly, picking my phone out of my pockets. I have 7 new notifications, but I ignore them to call Jack. He picks up right away.

"Call your manager, I'll do the interview with ABC."

*1 day later*

"Hello, I am Diana, nice to meet you," she walks into the room, offering me her hand. I shake it gently, clearly very uncomfortable.

I wore a white dress with a flower pattern, snug and comfortable.

"You too," I try to smile, but it comes out an awkward smirk. Matthew sits right next to me, holding my hand.

"I'm right here for you Matthew, just let me know and we'll walk right out of here," he assures me, stroking my cheek before kissing it. He walks out of the frame, sitting down on one of the chair behind the camera.

I see myself on the live screen, captured by the giant camera. I see the unfamiliar girl staring back at me. I feel so disconnected from myself, like I don't own myself anymore.

I can't break down now. I did enough of that last night. Matthew and I locked us in the house, and I spent the night crying. But now I am completely drained.

"You ready?" She asks, bringing out a notepad and pen.

"Yes," I smile successfully.

"Ok, start rolling in 5," he tells the camera man, and five seconds pass.

"I am sat here with no other than Lucy Gilinsky, sister of Jack Gilinsky from The original Magcon, and the most talked about girl in media recent weeks," she says into the camera, intimidating me. The most talked about girl? I certainly don't fit that description.

"So Lucy, I must have had a 100 news articles pop up on my phone in the last week," she starts, staring intensely at me. I already feel like my heart will fall out of me.

"How does it feel being one of the most controversial teens in 2016?" She asks bluntly, and I already have trouble searching for something to say.

"Uhm... I wouldn't exactly call myself controversial, but I couldn't say that it feels that amazing," I laugh nervously.

"We first heard about you when a picture of you kissing former Magcon member Matthew Espinosa leaked to TMZ. There were a lot of speculations when it was made known that someone close to you had sent in the photo. They found evidence of your friend Michael's email address, but later was found fake," She retells one of the worst decisions of my life. Not trusting Michael.

"Yes, It's true that Michael didn't send it in. Not trusting my best friend was one of the worst mistakes I've ever made," I blurt out, glancing at the camera. Michael will probable stumble upon this, and I want him to know just how sorry I am.

"It is still unknown who sent in the photo. Do you know anything about it?" She asks me, and my heart races. I haven't talked about this with Matthew. Whether he would be okay with me telling the truth. I don't even know if I do, but I have to find out of that right now. I take a deep breath, deciding for the only option that makes sense to me.

"No I don't, I have no idea who sent in the photo," I lie, glancing over at Matthew. He offers a small smile. There is no way I jeopardize his career or reputation.

"Okay, let's move on. A couple of days ago, you were spotted at a restaurant with Nash Grier and Carter Reynolds , after being completely secluded for a week, and I'm just going to ask; are you a groupie?" She asks with a laugh. I shake my head, embarrassed.

"Seeing that my brother is a member, it would be pretty weird if I were a groupie. No. I'm not a groupie. They are all my friends," I explain, but something about her eyes tells me she's not falling for it.

"So Matthew Espinosa is just your friend?" She asks, making my breath hitch. Wow, she is really persistent. I look over at Matthew, whom nods subtly.

"Yep," I smile, and I know theres not a single person in the room that believes that. But again, I will never jeopardize his career. And an interview where I admit to the relationship can be used as proof.

"Okay," she laughs, flipping through her notebook. She asks me many questions about my life, exposing the real Lucy Gilinsky to the media.

"I like to paint," I shrug, reminded of the hobby I used to do back home. She asks follow up questions, filling up the minutes with boring facts about myself.

"Okay, we have 7 minutes left, and one of the conditions Lucy required before doing the interview was that she would get time at the end of the interview to send out a message to the people watching... Go ahead, Lucy." She gestures, holding out her hand.

I take a deep breath, looking over at Matthew. He smiles at me, nodding. And because of that, I have my mind set; I can do this.

I shift in my seat, looking into the camera. I take 3 seconds to take a deep breath, knowing exactly what to say.

"Two days ago, I was sexually assaulted," I exhale, and I see Diana's and everybody's else's eyes widen.

"Two girls stopped a guy of doing something that would've broken me," I choke back the tears.

"I want to say thank you, and I want to ask of them, please step forward. I need you to bring this person to justice."

Diana naturally wants to ask me further questions about it, but I end the interview right after that.

...

"I am so proud of you," Matthew says, kissing my forehead, as we watch the interview. It's the next night, and we are sitting in front of the fireplace. We have not done anything sexual at all. I want to patch things up with Nash first. I let out a deep sigh, just thankful that this part is over.

My phone suddenly rings, and I pick it out of my pocket.

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