He shut the door, to give them privacy. *Ta keep me trapped* She'd resigned her self to her fate. Logan knew, there was no avoiding it. She sat down on the edge of her little four-poster, her hands folded in her lap, eyes down cast. She didn't say anything.

He stared at her for a moment, then crossed the room and sat beside her. He let out a sigh and plowed a hand through his hair. "Rogue, why are ya tryin' to hide this from everyone?"

She licked her dry lips nervously. She didn't want to talk about this. "Ah- Ah guess cuz Ah'm scared." Her voice was nothing more than a whisper.

"We're all yer friends here, darlin'. What's to be scared of?" He just didn't get it, did he?

".........Remy."

He sighed heavily. He moved in front of her and crouched down, so to meet her eyes. "Rogue, I know this is hard on ya, but ya gotta trust me. If ya don't talk this out, it'll never get better. But I don't think that I'm the one ya should open up to. The Cajun loves ya, and he'll give ya the understanding ya need right now. Ya should give him a chance."

When she didn't answer him, he stood and left, closing the door behind him. She sat there for a long time, thinking about what Logan had said. The ball was in her court. Now what to do with it?

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Her knock was so soft she was afraid he might not hear it. But only seconds later it swung open, and there he was.

"Hey, chere. What's de matter?"

"Remy, c'n Ah come in?" Her stomache knotted up. There was no going back now.

"Oui. Is somethin' wrong?" He stepped back to let her in, then shut the door when she passed through. She stood with her back to him, wringing her hands.

"Rogue? What is it?" She turned and looked at him. His face was a mask of concern. This was it.

"Ah got somethin' ta tell ya. An' ain't none of it good." She bit her lip aprehensively. God she did NOT want to talk about this.

He took her by the arm and sat her down on the bed. He pulled a chair over and sat facing her. Then he reached out and took her gloved hand in his. "What is it, chere?"

She swallowed hard, and met his eyes. "What Ah've got ta say is real important Remy. Please don' say anythin' till Ah'm finish." He nodded.

*Okay girl. Ya c'n do this.* But how to begin?

"Remy, Scott was wrong earlier. Y'all didn' get ta me in time." She took a deep breath, and looked him in the eyes. "Remy.....Sinister......raped me."

His eyes widened with shock, then blazed with fury. He opened his mouth to say something, but she stopped him.

"Let me finish. Please. Ah don' think Ah'll be able ta get the courage again." So he sat there and listened to her. And as she told him, she saw it all inside her mind.

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