Ronan was your father and you were an actor. You'd been acting since you were six and on the set of a movie when you were ten, you were routinely sexually abused by a man named Clayton O'Hennessy. Now you were fifteen. You'd told hardly anyone up to this point. While, you'd told your mother, and then you decided to go and tell your dad.

Ronan listened as you spoke to him. He was angry- not at you, no. But at the man who did this to you and at himself, for letting this happen.

But, he didn't let you see he was angry. Instead Ronan hugged you gently. "Thank you for telling me," He whispered.