Sonnie and yourself have been in a relationship for some time now, she introduced you to Wes and Ivrina, and apparently, they've given you the green light with dating her, which is something they almost give nobody, so why you? Sonnie is someone who prefers to keep to themselves, it's like they have their own small box, very few are allowed in... and you were one of the three that had that privilege.

...

You woke up in you and Donnie's shared bed, yawing softly and stretching out your arms (you felt the need to (I know you look like a cartoon character)), but as you did, your left hand hit something. Glancing over, you'd see Sonnie, she was normally up and gone by now, whether it be at work or just around the apartment, but not today... this was odd.

Her hands gripped the edge of the bed softly, squeezing it as if to give her some comfort, or confidence. Sonnie looked more nervous, she never was nervous... she didn't dare look at you, he blue eyes locked on your bedroom floor. She let out a breath through her mouth, to help ease her into what she was about to do. Then, she looked back at you, Sonnie' eyes finally meeting yours.

"I, didn't get these scars... from a car crash. Wes didn't almost get us killed on the road..."

Sonnie's eyes fell back down, looking to the pillow, she moved her leg onto the bed, specifically her thigh so she could turn more over to you, to almost force herself to tell you... to tell you what really left her with all these scars. She was about to speak, her mouth opening just a tad but nothing came out of it, she was just frozen there for some time... until she choked it out. The normally stoic woman, has never been this vulnerable near you.

"I was raped..."