Disguise

Crockery

Flora's POV

"It happened on one of those Saturday nights when we four were out. You and Daniella had gone to the washroom and we were waiting on you. Not many knew that I was the King yet – since my father wanted me to have a normal education in the human world." Reece began, everyone was staring at him, except for April who had gone off to the command center.

"I remember thinking that I should have gone with you, but you both seemed fine and honestly I didn't have to worry about any werewolf elements and any attacks on the King's mate. What I didn't count on was human interference." He paused for a second, I saw his eyes turn the slightest black before he regained control.

Daniella spoke for him anyway, taking the story ahead. "You were rather drunk – and it didn't help that you were such a lightweight. But we were still new friends and you've always been shy. So I stood outside the door and waited for you to finish your business. Except that five minutes later, you still weren't out." Her words got darker and I knew something had happened.

"I tried calling out your name and you didn't respond. At first I assumed that you'd passed out inside, I couldn't hear anything because of the loud music at the club. So, I broke down the door and there I saw him."

I gasped, not recalling this at all. But the words brought some eerie feeling all over me. Creepy crawlies running over my body. I looked between Daniella and Reece but none of them wanted to continue. Reece looked positively livid and Daniella was close to guilt. I had no idea what was going on!

"He was in the bathroom with her. She was down on the floor, and he was on top of her. You'd passed out cold, perhaps because you fell, or maybe from the alcohol. Things went crazy then. Reece and I came out and only saw red. I think Reece nearly beat him within an inch of his life when Daniella intervened. He was about to shift when he snapped back and realized that Flora needed him first." Grey spoke, looking at Xena and answering.

I felt sick. I got up and then sat back down. Then got up again. I needed to throw up. Nobody said a word as I processed this information. I could feel all their worried eyes on me as I semi paced, trying to make something out of this. How could I not remember anything from this? I couldn't be completely blank, now could I?

"Why don't I remember this?" I asked, looking at Reece and he shrugged. "The next morning when you woke up you didn't remember anything. We were all so worried and didn't know how to bring it up so we just let it be. We thought that maybe in a day or two or the next time you drank or something it'd come back to you but it didn't." He confessed. I could see why they'd do that, why make me miserable? Ignorance was bliss.

"Di-did he-?"

"No. He didn't get there. You were fully clothed." Daniella said immediately, but her words didn't reassure me. Just the thought of someone groping me that night had me feeling so sick. I couldn't remember anything, but my imagination was running wild. I spun around on my heel and ran to the washroom, throwing up.

Reece's hands were in my hair, holding them up and out of the way as I chucked whatever little food I did have in my system down the drain. His other hand was gently patting my back and running soothing circles all around.

"I am so sorry, Flo. We should have been there. I don't know what I was thinking. We should have been there. I am so so sorry." He kept chanting and I shook my head. "No, it's not your fault." I croaked, washing my face and reaching for the hand towel hanging on the side. I was still supremely disgusted by this, but a part of me was happy that I didn't remember such a gruesome event.

Xena poked her head in through the door, looking at me and I gave her a small nod, we didn't need words between us. Five minutes of deep breathing later, I was back outside with everyone else. Daniella was evidently upset, and I placed a hand on her shoulder to let her know that I didn't blame her for this either.