I Know a Dirty Secret

Chapter Nine

I limped around on the streets, trying to get to Dave's house. My whole body hurt. I felt weak and disgusted. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I was practically raped. That bastard raped me.

Standing in front of Dave's porch, I was dreading to walk up the stairs. So, instead of walking, I crawled up them. It seemed to take everything in me to get back up on my feet.

My shaky hand balled into a fist before knocking on the glass part of the door. I heard footsteps get closer and closer until the door swung open, Dave standing on the other side.

"Kurt?" He said, his voice a whisper. He slowly looked me up and down. My eyes began to tear up.

"I'm sorry, Dave. I'm s-so sorry."

"Get in here." He said, pulling me into his arms. I burst into tears and nearly collapsed on the floor, but he held on to me, not letting me fall.

"Oh, Kurt... Who would do such a thing? What happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry, Dave. I shouldn't have... But I-I'm so stupid."

"You're not stupid. Now, kitten, tell me. Who did this?"

"I'm scared to tell you." I whispered.

"Don't be. Don't be scared. I need to know."

"An-Anthony." I choked out.

"Anthony? Why?!" He said, his teeth gritting. I could tell from his voice that he was angry. Very angry.

"I'm sorry, Dave. I shouldn't have listened to them. I-I shouldn't have went back to the street." I sobbed into his chest.

"After we get you cleaned up, I want you to tell me everything, okay? I'll deal with Anthony later." He said, mumbling the last part.

"Okay." I whispered. He scooped me up in his arms and carried me bridal style up the stairs and into his bedroom. He laid me on the bed before disappearing into the bathroom.

I grabbed a pillow and pulled it into my chest. The bed felt so soft and warm and I didn't ever want to get up. I just wanted to close my eyes, fall asleep, and never wake up.

"Come on, baby." He spoke softly, pulling me up out of bed. My heart skipped a beat when he called me that.

He took me in the bathroom and helped me stand on my shaky feet. He finished taking off my ripped shirt before pulling my jeans and boxers off. He helped me out of my socks and put all the clothes in a small pile.

"Get in." He said, helping me get into the bathtub that was full of warm water. I slowly sank down into the comforting water and sighed in relief.

"You okay?" He asked. I nodded my head and shut my eyes.

"Yeah," I said, sighing. "I'm just really sore and the water feels good."

"So, what happened?" He asked as he grabbed the shower head. Turning it on, he began to wet my hair.

"Well... That day you were late for school, I asked Anthony, Flea, and Chad if they had seen you." I said slowly. I peeked open one eye to make sure he was looking at me and listening. He nodded for me to continue. "And they ended up telling me a story... About Taylor... And umm..."

"What? You got scared of me?" He asked, getting the wet hair away from my eyes. I nodded slowly.

"Yeah. A little bit. And... I tried to ignore you. Dave, I'm so sorry." I spoke with a shaky voice as tears began to blurry my vision. He poured the shampoo into his hand before lathering it up into my hair.

"Don't cry, Princess. It's okay. I understand. Continue." He said calmly. And by the sound of his voice I knew everything was okay.

"And I went back to... What I was doing. You know. And then, Anthony found me and he-he told me to get into his car. And, Dave... He-he raped me... And it hurt so bad. It-it hurt." I sobbed, covering my eyes with my hands. Dave tangled his fingers in my soapy hair before lifting my head up to where I was face to face with him.

"It's going to be okay, angel. I promise. We're going to get him back, Kurt. I'll make sure that sick bastard never hurts you again." He said before pulling me into his arms, squeezing me tightly.

"I love you, Dave." I whispered softly.

"I love you, too, my angel."

He pulled away from the hug and looked into my eyes a moment. His eyes flicked down to my lips for a split second before he pressed his lips against mine.

He kissed my lips softly, as if they were as fragile as glass. His lips were soft and sweet. As I cupped his cheek, I deepened the kiss. The kiss lasted a while until he slowly pulled away, pecking my lips.

"Let's finish getting you cleaned up." He said before holding the shower head over my head again, getting the shampoo out.

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"I'm cold." I whined, snuggling into Dave's chest. He wrapped his arm around me and stroked the ends of my damp hair.

"I'm sorry." Dave whispered.

"Sorry for what?" I asked quietly.

"For what Anthony did to you. I should've been there. I shouldn't have let him hurt you." He said. And then he began to cry. The first time I had seen Dave cry.

"Shhhh. Don't cry. Its okay. I'm here with you and that's all that matters. Like you said, we're going to get him back." I said softly, rubbing my hand up and down his back soothingly.

"I just don't want anyone to ever hurt you." He whispered. "I'm not suppose to let that happen."

"It's alright, Dave. You didn't know it was going to happen."

"Are you going to be okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I'm going to be okay. I promise."

"Good. Well, you should get some rest. You're probably tired."

"Okay. Goodnight, Dave."

"Sweet dreams, angel."

I shut my tired eyes, sleeping almost instantly taking over me. But the nightmare I had was the worse.