Chapter One- Broken

Demian was still in Nicole's arms, he had stop crying a few minutes ago, they were sitting on the floor a few steps away from the entrance hall. She was absently running her fingers through his hair trying to bring him some kind of comfort, while he was leaning against her chest, still lost in his thoughts trying to give some sense to what had happened.

"I... I..." He whispered with a sore voice, trying to manage the courage to ask for what he needed.

She had notice, he was sweaty, and looked uncomfortable about himself, he even flinched a few times when she touched him in a few places. All this wasn't like him at all, it was what she couldn't stop thinking, trying to figure out who had hurt him, but she was having a difficult time fighting her demons to interrogate him, and go kill the person responsible for his state.

"Just breathe darling, you're safe here with me" She whispered back trying to get him through whatever was going on in his head, and hers as well.

"I... Please... I need... To... Clean up" He whispered finally, so hurt while starting to cry again, he couldn't believe this was happening to him.

She was missing something important about this whole situation, but her priority was to comfort him as best she could given the circumstances "Shh... No need to cry gorgeous, alright? Let's clean you up then" She said letting go of him, so they could stand up.

Thought when they did, he automatically grabbed her hand in a vice-like grip, he was workup and afraid, he didn't want to face the facts, but she on the other hand, was surprised, it wasn't like him to grabbed her that hard, but she let it go for the meantime, and they start walking.

That was when she noticed it, he couldn't walk properly, he was in so much pain, and she froze, shocked about the conclusion her mind got, it couldn't be right, she had to be wrong, he couldn't be... He couldn't...

"Seb..." She whispered shaky and trembling, he turned to look at her with the certainty that she knew what had happened to him.

"Please just help me clean myself" He sobbed back, feeling helpless and dirty, ashame of himself.

"Alright darling, alright" she whispered composing herself, and squeezing his hand hard to let him know that she was going to help him.

They slowly but surely walk up the stairs and got him to the master bathroom that was as big as they come.

"Alright babe let me help you undress, and then we can get you on the shower, yeah?" She said in her sweetest whispered trying to help him feel comfortable while sitting him on the close toilet.

He looked up at her and nod, but he was ashame to let her see his body, he was afraid of her thinking less of him. She unzip his gray hoodie carefully but to her surprise, his skin was all covered in hickeys, and bites that looked painfully red, with dry blood dripping on them, fuck! she was going to lose it.

"OMG!" She gasp surprised, with horror in her face, she look at his eyes, but he was looking everywhere, avoiding her gaze, afraid to found out if she felt disgusted by him, he started trembling holding on a sob.

"Shh... Shh it's okay, you'll be alright" she said holding his jaw in both of her hands, so he could look up at her "look at me Seb" she begged and he did it with hesitation "I got you, you're safe here" she assure him while cleaning some tears that were silently falling.

He just nodded, still chase by the horror that had happened to him, she hug him briefly trying to ease both of them, before going back and remove the rest of his clothes, reveling all the abuse he had endured.

She had always known that she was going to lose the battle of keeping sane, but she hadn't thought it would come so soon, she was ready to go to the end of the world if she need to, and kill that bastard.

She got it right, she only needed to look at the evidence, he dressed himself in a rush, and that could only mean one thing, he was at home when he was attacked, and she perfectly knew his attacker, the realisation had shown on her face, and Demian hadn't missed it.

"Please" he said urgently to bring her attention to him "just focus on me" he begged trying to calm her down, he knew she was probably losing her mind too.

"I am, you're my top priority now and always" she assure him with a dead serious tone.

He reach for her chin to make her look up at him "Please come to the shower with me" he begged hoping for her to comply, he didn't wanted to be alone.

She just nodded, and quickly undress herself, he needed her now, she'll had plenty of time to plan a murder later, she took his hand and brought him to the shower with her.

She reach out for him, getting him directly under the shower spray as she open it, and let the cold water cover him. He closed his eyes letting the cold water run freely over his body, washing away everything.

She worked tenderly all over his body, cleaning him with the bath sponge, giving him kisses over his bruise skin from time to time, she finish as quickly as she could without hurting him anymore, and lean down giving him a few kisses in his lower back attempting to make it better, and centering herself in the love she felt for him.

"All clean beautiful" she said hugging him from behind kissing the back of his neck, and resting her open palms on his chest to caress him affectionately, he leaned to her touch for a brief moment feeling a little bit better, before slowly turning around on her embrace to face her.

He grabbed her hips a bit rough, out of the desperation he felt, pushing her flat against him, his ocean eyes were looking at her with so many emotions, anger, sadness, suffering, pain, hurt. But even with all that he was still silently begging her to make it better, to give him love, and she knew it before he could say it aloud.

"I know that is too much to ask" he whispered in a broken voice, he felt dirty, humiliated, ashame "Please erase his touch, make love to me" he sobbed hugging her even tighter against him.

"Shh... No need to cry gorgeous, I love you" She said sweetly.