At the sight of Nathan pulling his gun, Brenda instictifely threw her body on top of Kyle's. She could see Jamie ducking near JD and Molly being covered by Josiah. She could also tell that Molly was struggling against him. She watched in absolute horror as Molly managed to get out of his grip and run for the direction that all the men seemed to be aiming at. When the woman appeared out of no where in front of Molly aiming a gun at her, Brenda screamed in unison with Molly and stood up. Nathan was on his feet in a second and grabbed her to keep her from running toward Molly. After the gun when off, he was amazed to see Molly still standing there and even more amazed at who had fired the shot. It was Cheyenne!

"Molly?" Jamie yelled standing and running toward her. Cheyenne took aim again, but put the gun down when Josiah nearly lunged for her yelling for her to stop. Jamie nearly tackled Molly grabbing her from behind and whirling her around. She screamed again. "Molly, it's me. God, are you okay? Let me see you, are you alright?" Molly was completely in hysterics. She lost all will to stand on her own and collapsed to the ground with Jamie trying to support her. In the confusion, Cheyenne realized what she had done and thought she had indeed hit the girl when she collapsed. The men thought this too and Nathan and Brenda ran up to her. "I can't tell if she's been shot," Jamie said in a panic, begging Nathan to help her. Molly was shaking and crying, still being supported by Jamie. Nathan placed both hands on either side of her trying to feel for any wounds. Molly pulled away, into Jamie and found her voice.

"I'm fine, I'm alright," she said, barely audible.

"Let me just make sure…"Nathan stared, but she cut him off by trying to stand. Her legs wouldn't allow her too.

"I did not hit her," the woman's voice spoke.

"Nathan," JD called out. He was near Kyle. "You'd better get over here." Everything that had happened came rushing at Molly all at once and she realized that Kyle was still hurt and hurt badly. Nathan looked at Molly one last time, not fully satisfied that the young girl was alright and torn as to what to do. He decided that Kyle needed him right then and he'd have to check her later. Cheyenne moved to help the young man with the girl but she pulled away from her. She thought it best to just leave her alone and she walked away from them with Josiah. She noticed the marks Molly's nails left in his hand. It was scratched and bleeding. She picked it up and held it, angry at whoever had done this to him.

"Who did this?" she demanded from him.

"Cheyenne…" he started. She didn't let him finish.

"Who did this?" she yelled, louder. He stopped and turned to face her, putting his hands on her shoulders forcing her to look up at him.

"Anni, she was afraid. She reacted out of fear and you of all people can't blame her for that." Cheyenne gave him a look that indicated she didn't understand. He sighed, afraid to put his suspicions into words more so for Cheyenne then anything else. "I think that she was…that someone hurt her. Much like you were…"his voice trailed off. Cheyenne looked down and then over at the young woman she had nearly shot.

"What has happened?" she asked. Josiah sighed and told her what had happened in the last few hours.

It took every ounce of energy for Molly to try and stand on her own. Jamie was trying to support her the best he could. One of the men, Buck came over to them and went on the other side of her.

"Let's get her to the fire," he said to Jamie, moving slowly so as not to spook the scared girl any further. Jamie looked up at him and nodded when Chris came out of the shadows and walked up to Jamie.

"We'll take her," he said simply, giving Jamie a look that dared him to challenge him. Buck gave Chris a look indicating that this maybe wasn't such a great idea but Chris either didn't see it or completely ignored it. The feel of Chris's arm around her waist was almost too much for Molly. Jamie had never felt more helpless in his life watching Molly cry at the feel of his arm going around her waist. Buck did the same, telling her it was alright. Together the two men managed to get her to move toward the fire and got her seated against a log near it. Buck went to get a blanket, but Chris didn't leave her side. She looked up at him her eyes pleading.

"I thought it was my father looking for us. I thought you were going to shoot him. All of our family's are looking for us by now. Kyle is hurt so badly. Please you have to let us go. Just let us go," she sobbed. "We didn't do anything to you. Please just let us go" Chris knelt down in front of her.

"I can't do that Molly. I need to know what you saw." Molly looked at him confused. What was he talking about? Buck appeared just then with the blanket and a thought hit Molly. They were never going to let them go. It didn't matter what he said, they were never going to let them go. Molly became angry. Kyle was shot, they were all scared out of their minds. Buck knelt down next to her and handed her the blanket. "You had to have been scared," Chris was prompting her again.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Molly answered him, slowly making every word count. "I don't know what it is you think I saw."

"Molly?" Brenda's voice interrupted them. Molly looked up at her friend. "I wanted to tell you that Kyle's fever seems to have gone down a bit. Do you want to see him?" Molly nodded and stood up. Chris stood with her. Molly stepped around him and walked toward Kyle, feeling his eyes on her the whole way. Nathan was next to him, tending to him. Molly took Kyle's hand and squeezed it. He opened his eyes and smiled at her, she smiled back.

"Hi," he said to her, his voice hoarse.

"Hi yourself," she said to him. She looked up at Nathan silently asking him to give them a minute alone. He nodded his understanding and left them, but didn't go far. She was forcing herself not to cry, not in front of him like this, not now. He could tell all the same.

"I'm sorry, Kyle. I'm so sorry," she said, her voice cracking.

"Shh," he hushed her. "This isn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong. We all promised to help you through this. We knew what we were getting into."

"Did you, did you really?" Her voice cracking again, this time out of anger. "Did you know that you were going to get trapped in 'the looking-glass'? Did you know that you were going to be taken hostage by seven men? Did you know you were going to be shot and nearly bleed to death? Did you really know what you were getting into?"

"It's gonna be okay," he said to her, reaching up with his uninjured arm to brush a stray strand of hair that fell on her face. She shook her head.

"You can't promise me that, you can't ever promise me that. No one can, not ever, not anymore," she said. Nathan approached the couple.

"We need to let him rest," he said to her. She managed to nod. She leaned down and kissed him.

"I love you," he said to her, before giving in to the exhaustion.

"I love you, too," she whispered. She looked over and noticed that Jamie was holding Brenda who was clearly upset, trying to comfort her. Near by was the man that JD said was named Vin who looked like he desperately wanted to do something but wasn't sure what. Several of the other men had formed a sort of half circle around the camp and had guns ready if needed. The feelings of fear and loneliness that were so prevalent in her life lately suddenly became too much to bear. She looked upwards in a futile effort to keep herself under control. They had to get away from here, or at least one of them did. Kyle needed help and he needed it now, they all did. She hated the idea of one going and the others staying but what other option was there? She looked back down at Kyle and let her gaze fall on Nathan who once again resumed his place near his side.

"Nathan?" she whispered. He looked up at her, startled by the urgency in her voice. It was then he realized in all the confusion that he never finished making sure she was really okay after the incident with Cheyenne. He got up and knelt down near her.

"What is it, Molly? Did you get hurt after all?" he asked her. She shook her head, not believing that she was about to do what she was planning. "You know, sometimes people get scared and they don't realize they've been hurt until it's almost too late. Cheyenne ain't known to miss."

"I'm fine. Nathan…" she trailed off looking at him. This was it, now or never. He noticed the desperation in her eyes.

"Honey, what is it?" he prompted her. She took a deep breath.

"I need you to help me. I need to find my uncle and my father. I know they're looking for us…" he cut her off.

"Molly, I can't do that," he said to her knowing exactly what she had planned. "I know it's a little hard for you to believe right now, but you're safe with us."

"Please," she begged.

"You're going to be alright. Everything's going to be fine," he said. Molly jumped to her feet, her fists clenched at her sides.

"How dare you say that. We're not going to be alright and everything's not going to be fine. You've lied to us from the start," she yelled. "You say your not going to hurt us and then Kyle gets shot. You say that we're safe with you but you won't let us go. You say one thing and then do another and then you expect us to trust you." Nathan didn't know what to say to her. Vin stood up and walked over to them.

"Is everything alright over here?" he asked Nathan.

"Compared to what?" Molly spat out. She walked a few feet from the back of the camp. Vin started to go after her but Nathan stopped him.

"She won't go nowhere," he said to him and he walked back toward the fire, leaving Vin standing where he was watching the girl.

It would be so simple, Molly thought. Just run, start running. The rational part of her mind took over. 'Run to where? You have no light, you didn't warm up and you certainly are not a sprinter, that's why you ran cross-country, not track. Stay here and they'll find you. People are looking.' She could feel eyes on her. Then a voice,

"How far do you think you'd get?" Molly turned around and faced Vin. She didn't answer, but turned back around. "He thinks you saw something the night his wife and boy were killed. If you did, you'd better give it up. It'll be better for you in the long run. Better for them too," he finished, indicating Brenda and Jamie.

"What is wrong with you people?" Molly yelled. "I didn't see anything, I don't know anything about what happened to them. I wish to God I did. I wish that's why we're in this, but it's not. You don't understand and you never even bothered to ask." She walked away from him toward Jamie and Brenda.

"Help us understand then," he said after her. Molly turned back toward him. She couldn't do this anymore. This was now the line and she had to cross it or they might never get out of this.

"I was attacked," Molly yelled at him. Brenda stood up, realizing exactly what it was her friend was about to do.

"Moll, don't…" she started. Molly ignored her.

"I was raped in that house, Is that what you want to hear? I walked inside and someone attacked me. I wasn't remembering what happened to his wife and son, I was remembering what happened to me, in that house. We came out here to see if I could remember something because I couldn't see his face. Do you understand it now?" Molly couldn't believe that the words had left her mouth. Everyone sat in utter silence, not sure of what to say. Molly was so upset, she couldn't even cry.

Cheyenne flinched at the girl's words, remembering what had happened to her all those years before when she had been no older than this girl. She looked up at Josiah, to see his reaction to her confession. He seemed to know about it all along and this certainly wasn't how he wanted it to come out. No one said anything, what was there to say? Cheyenne looked back up at the girl. She was someone who she had thought was weak. She remembered the look of utter terror on her face when Cheyenne appeared out of the woods with her gun. Cheyenne missed her aim only because for a brief second she was looking at a mirror image of herself. She now saw her in a new light, she saw her as herself all those years before when she had made the decision to never let anyone in her heart ever again. She could tell that Molly was struggling with this same fate and it was the last thing Cheyenne wanted to see happen. She had to keep fighting, it was the only way this girl would survive. She watched as the other girl, Brenda walked toward Molly as if to offer comfort but Molly turned away from her and walked to where she had been standing before. 'It's starting for her already,' Cheyenne thought. She looked back to Josiah remembering the love and strength he gave her. This girl needed the same thing and these three friends of hers were desperately trying to give that to her. 'I won't let it happen to her,' Cheyenne vowed. She stood up and walked over to the girl despite Josiah's silent objection.

Brenda didn't know what to do and she hated it. The two could spend hours talking about problems with boys, school, work, you name it but when it came to something important they couldn't say two words to each other. Brenda knew it was because she was afraid of saying the wrong thing. She walked toward her friend to try and offer her something. Molly just turned around and walked away. Brenda looked and felt as though Molly had just hit her. She watched as the woman that had appeared out of no where before walked up to Molly. She watched as she spoke to Molly. Brenda sighed, feeling more dejected then she ever had in her life. She walked back into Jamie's waiting arms praying for sleep to take her.

"Molly," a slightly accented voice called out softly. Molly turned toward it to see the woman that had almost killed her a short time before. "I am Cheyenne, Josiah's wife. I know your pain, and I know your fear."

Molly turned and snapped. "You don't know anything about it. How could you!" Cheyenne let out a deep sigh, "I too was...raped." The words spilled fourth between clenched teeth, her anger eminent as she spoke. "Not by one man, but four." Molly looked at the girl dressed in buckskins, a gun hung at her side.

"You?" Cheyenne nodded her voice softened.

"Come let me tell you." She motioned for her to sit.

Cheyenne began her story her eyes on the ground before her. "I was a young girl, much like you. I lived in the mountains, three days ride from here with my father, he was a trapper. I had met a man who had captured my heart." She glanced at Josiah before she continued. "I had hoped he had felt the same but was not to know this until many years later. One day four men came to our cabin." Anger showed through in her tone as she continued biting back tears that crept through the corners of her eyes. "They killed my father and they...each...took their turn with me. The more I screamed and struggled the more they beat me. When they were finished with me…they left me for dead. Had they not been so drunk they would have succeeded." She pulled the top of her buckskin shirt over slightly to reveal a knife scar slightly to the right at the base of her neck. "I still carry the scar." She pulled her shirt back into place before she continued. "Josiah found me…he took me to Nathan...he saved my life. Josiah cared for me, taught me to fight, to shoot. My anger and shame ate at my spirit for many years. I could not feel love or friendship, I could only feel hate and anger. I had vowed never to let anyone hurt me again. For ten years I fought the nightmares, until one day not so long ago, I was forced to face my demons. I returned to the cabin, with Josiah's help and the spirit of my father and mother I faced down my demons, and I conquered them. Only then could I let go the pain and anger that haunted me. Only then could I let love into my heart once more. I tell you this because I see myself in you. You let the anger, fear and shame control you. You push away those who want only to help and comfort you. You must let go, you must face your demons and you must conquer them before you become as I was. Do not let them conquer you, you must fight them and you will win. Let your friends help you, let your spirit feel their love for it is the only way you will keep your spirit alive." Molly shook her head and looked at the woman.

"I don't know how," she said. Cheyenne got the feeling there was more to this girl's story. She needed to tell it, Cheyenne knew this all too well.

"What is it?" she tried prompting the girl. Molly could only shake her head. 'What am I doing,' she thought to herself. 'This woman just tried to kill me.' She stood up and started to walk away. She suddenly stopped and turned back to face Cheyenne.

"I'm sorry for what happened to you. Really, I am. I just…I can't do this right now. Kyle is hurt and if we don't get him home…" she stopped not wanting to finish her thought. "Kyle needs them, needs us now, not me. I'll be alright." With that she walked away to Kyle's side. Cheyenne sighed and watched her go.

"No, Molly, you will not," she whispered.

Molly walked away from the woman she had been talking to feeling as though she'd just been in a plane crash. She sat next to Kyle and placed her hand on his forehead, smoothing back his hair. Remembering the decision she had made on her way to her uncle's that night. If she hadn't waited so long, would the rape have effected her that badly? She shook the thoughts from her head as she lay down next to Kyle she closed her eyes and let the exhaustion overtake her.

Josiah watched Cheyenne and Molly, knowing that Cheyenne was telling the girl what had happened to her ten years before. After the girl left her, he walked over. Cheyenne sensed her husband behind her.

"She won't stop fighting it," she said to him, not turning around. "It will overtake her when she is at her weakest." She turned around to face him.

"She's not ready yet," he said to her. "And you have to remember, we're not high on her list to trust." He took her hand and led her back to the fire.

Molly turned the song up on the radio. It was one of her favorites. She began singing to it smiling at the memory of her Junior Prom that it brought to her mind. She then saw Kyle's face, smiling down at her. He wanted something from her that she wasn't sure she could give. He never pressured her or made her do anything she didn't want. But she could tell that as hard as he was trying to hide it, he was getting frustrated. 'I'll go to him tonight and tell him I'm ready,' she thought with a smile. She was still smiling at the thought when she opened the door to the house her uncle was building. She reached for the light switch but nothing happened. She thought her uncle said that the electricity had been turned on. She put the box she was holding down when she heard the floor creek behind her. Whirling around she saw him, the man from the woods. She froze then turned to run but he was there. She ran for the door and threw it open, he was standing outside on the porch. "Did you kill them Molly?" he asked pointing a gun at her. She slammed the door shut and locked it but he kicked it open. He grabbed her and threw her to the ground. Molly screamed and tried to get him off…