Lia stopped when Jeremy did, about to ask him what the hell he was doing, when she saw the flashlight dance across the lake, seeing the moon's reflection where there was no moon. Her mind swam with emotions as memories flooded her, breaking down the walls that kept them underneath so well.<br/><br/>His hands, one covering her mouth, the other running down her body. Screaming against his hand, writhing as she begged for him to stop. Slap. He tugged her hair, bit her neck. He knew she liked pain. It went on for hours, the overall touching and violating. He eventually let her go, though she couldn't move at all, her eyes wide and unfocused.<br/><br/>She had tried to drown herself after it happened, had dove under the water, far enough that she knew floating up would take too long to save her, and deep enough that swimming was too hard. Unfortunately, she had been saved by someone nearby, thinking she had just had a simple muscle spasm and needed help.<br/><br/>The memories flooding back overwhelmed her, making her stagger back slightly,  her gun hanging loose in her hand. She stiffened, her body going rigid. She swore she could feel his hands on her, though no one was around. Tears came to her eyes, though none fell as she stood, defenseless against the phantom touches that felt far too real, far too accurate, to be her imagination.