<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>The kid never really had a chance, it seemed, as Carlos began to tell about his background. Lea had never looked into his background because to her a life was a life. It didn't really matter if they had a loving family or not. He was a person--someone had to miss him, and she never wanted to truly find out who because she had felt that it would only make it worse. Hearing that there was no one at all, though, tore her in a different way.<br/><br/>She rubbed her cheek against the pillow to comfort herself. A weight had been lifted, but only to be replaced by a different type. She didn't respond though. Carlos would only get frustrated and she would only wallow. The poor kid never had a chance.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>"...I am not a serial rapist and... I shouldn't have raped you. It happened because it was you..." </span>Carlos said remorsefully. He did seem legitimately apologetic, but she didn't know what he meant by that. It happened because it was her? That she had somehow instigated it? Asked for it? She knew that probably wasn't what he meant, but she wasn't really sure how else to take it. She was relieved, however, to know that it wasn't a habit to rape other girls--if he was telling the truth. She decided to believe him in that, because she didn't want to imagine him lying. Silence fell over them and then Lea began to speak once more,<span style="color: #FF80FF">"What do you mean because of me?...That this is somehow my own doing?"</span>