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Trigger warnings; mentions of rape and suicide.

Jessica closed her bedroom door. Her hair and body were wrapped up in towels and her skin was still glistening from the shower. She dropped the towel that surrounded her body and pulled an old t-shirt from under her pillow. It was one of His. Setting herself down in front of her mirror she unwound the towel from her hair.

Pausing, she took the postcard from where it sat on the rim of her mirror,

Nancy,

I'll always love you

-Sid

The tears fell from her eyes at that. Her Sid. She brushed her hair, wiping her eyes as she went.

Slowly she walked to her window, unlocking it and tugging it open. She threw her cushions onto the floor and climbed beneath her duvet, sinking into her mattress.

She could hardly bear this bed. This was where it had happened. Where the sickest person she knew had raped her. This exact spot. This was where Hannah had seen something that would push her to the edge. This was the same man that had pushed Hannah over the edge, and the twelfth reason that Hannah had taken her own life.

Jessica closed her eyes, attempting to push the haunting thoughts to the back of her mind. She should at least try to sleep, she needed to be able to face the next endless day.

She was half asleep when the heard the thump of feet hitting the floor, followed by clothes. She heard the drawer open and close and the sound of clothes being tugged on. She heard the light footsteps and the window being pulled shut and tightly locked. She kept her eyes shut as the felt the covers pulled over her and someone sliding in beside her, before covering them once again. He was here.

Justin snaked his arm around her, pulling her small body into him. He pressed butterfly kisses into her shoulder and finally, she opened her eyes, turning to face him.

"I missed you," she said, smiling into his cheek.

"I missed you too" he replied tilting her head and covering her lips with his.

They did this every night. Jess would leave her window open and unlocked and he would climb the drainpipe to join her in bed. It was a habit now, probably an unhealthy one, she couldn't sleep in her room alone and he needed to know that she was safe. They needed their arms around each other. He even kept a spare pair of clothes in her drawers.

She melted into the kiss until Justin broke it and began gently sucking at her neck.

"Was anything better today, are things starting to become okay?" He asked

"I don't think it will ever be okay again if I'm honest. Everything with Hannah's trial and the rumours, it's just a lot. It's all a lot".

"I know, I just wish there was something o could do to make it better." He said bitterly

"I know, but there's nothing anyone can do. I just need you and your love. I need you to hold me when nothings okay", she whispered, reaching down to tangle their fingers.

"I will" he smiled at her, and kissed her once again.

It was going to be a long journey until either of them were okay again. But they were here for each other and, in Jessica's bed in her room bathed in silver moonlight, they were okay.