"Babe, I'll be right back, alright?" Gabe smiled and kissed Carly before

getting up and walking out of the door.

Carly smiled happily and looked over at the clock on her wall. 2:30 am.

She ran a hand through her hair and looked towards her roommate's

empty bed.

"When are you getting back, Laura?" Carly mumbled and turned on the

tv. She flipped through the channels.

Suddenly there was yelling outside of her door and she stood up

confused. Who was in the hallway at this time of night? Looking into the

mirror to fix her brown curls, she walked over to the door and opened it

slowly.

Travis turned around and stared at her with his dark green eyes. He

smiled and swayed, taking a swig of the bottle in his hand. Evelyn

frowned slightly, wrapping her robe around herself.

"Travis, what are you doing?" She frowned, her icy blue eyes looking at

him in concern.

"Hey best friend!" Travis smiled wide, swaying threatening to the side, "I

didn't know you lived here!"

"Travis, you've been in my room before."

"Right! I stopped coming once your idiot boyfriend took control of you!"

Travis chugged the bottle, swaying even more, "Damn! This Captain

Morgan is so good!"

Before Carly could react, Travis smashed the bottle against the wall. She

cringed, already hearing the doorknobs turning. The rooms next to her

had to wonder what was going on.

"Come on, Travis," she grabbed his arm, pulling him into her room, "You

can't get a second strike for alcohol."

As soon as he stumbled in, Carly shut the door behind her and locked it.

She turned to her intoxicated best friend and shook her head.

"You can't keep getting wasted, Travis," she frowned, walking over to her fridge, "I know it's Friday night but you got drunk two days ago. We are

going to drink water until you sober up, alright?"

Carly bent over, looking into her fridge. Beer bottles surrounded the

shelves and she frowned, moving them around. Grabbing a bottle, she

shut the door. Before she could stand up, she felt a hand on her butt. She

turned around and stared at Travis.

"What are you doing, Travis."

"You're so damn beautiful, Carls," he slurred, leaning towards her. She

shuddered and pushed him away, staring at him.

"Travis, we talked about this," Carly sighed, "We are best friends. We

can't ruin that. Besides, I have a boyfriend."

"Oh yes, him," Travis shook his head, reaching into his pocket, "That

asshole took you away from me."Suddenly, the intoxicated teen pulled out a pocket knife from his pocket, staring at her.

"T-Travis," Carly's eyes grew wide, staring at the knife in her best

friend's hand, "Put the knife down. We can talk about this."

"No sweetheart, I don't think I will," he walked over to her, pulling her

against him, "I want to see what Gabe finds so fucking attractive of you."

Before she could react, Travis leaned down and pressed his lips against

hers. She squirmed, feeling the knife against her back. He pulled at her

tank top, kissing her aggressively.

"Get on the bed," Travis growled in her ear, pressing his hard package

against her bare thigh, "Now."

She shook, walking over to her bed slowly. This wasn't happening. He

was her best friend. No way he would attack her like this.

He pushed her down on her bed, climbing on top of her. He kissing her

roughly, his hands traveling down to her pajama shorts.

"Travis, stop!" She begged, the tears falling down her face, "I promise I'll

give you a chance."

His strong grip pinned her down, ripping her pants off in the process. She

cried, the tears stinging her eyes. He grinned, kissing her roughly again.

She could feel the breeze on her exposed legs as she struggled against

his strong grip.

"TRAVIS! Stop! Please!" She screamed, his hand clamping over her

mouth. She shook, her body tensing. He entered her. She shuddered, staring at the wall. Each shove caused her pain and she could feel where she would have bruises. Her mind wandered away from her current situation and she started thinking about her mom.

Sergeant Benson. That's what her mom had been promoted to the

summer before Carly left for college. She felt special knowing she was

the only child of the Sergeant of Special Victims Unit. She had been able

to stay in the squad room and hang out with her mother's squad.

Rape. That's what her mother would call this. She would have made sure Travis was put away in jail for the rest of his life. But Carly didn't want

that. He was her best friend. He wouldn't have done this if he was sober.

They had been friends for over seven years.

Suddenly, she felt a sting on her cheek as Travis smacked her across the face. She cried out, tears falling down her face. Another hit to the face.

A shot rang out and Carly screamed, her ears screeching from the shot.

Travis slumped on top of her; she could feel blood pouring onto her.

"Baby?" Gabe yelled, running over to her. Tears fell down her face as she could feel Gabe pull the unconscious Travis off of her. He threw the

unmoving body to the floor, turning his attention back to her.

"I'm sorry, babe!" She cried, shaking. He softly helped her sit up, moving her mangled hair from her eyes.

"The police are on their way with an ambulance," he whispered softly,

caressing her back lightly, "Let's get you dressed."

She nodded slowly, her mind going blank. She could feel Gabe as he

slowly pulled her clothes back on her. She stared at Travis's unmoving

body, unable to comprehend what just happened.

Dozens of officers suddenly swarmed the room, talking all at once. EMTs

ran over to her, helping her off of the bed and onto a stretcher. She stared

at nothing, the voices sounding distant.

"Be careful with her!" Gabe yelled, his voice sounding mumbled.

"Son, who shot the suspect?"

"I did," Gabe scoffed, "I only shot him in the shoulder. He passed out

drunk."

"Can you come with us to the station to answer questions?"

Carly felt the stretcher being wheeled out of the tiny dorm room. She

could hear dozens of voices in the hall, everyone staring at her. She kept

staring, her mind blank.