Hello! You might recognise this story from the name and the summary. That's because it is actually a story written by a friend of mine, Jadey1610. She couldn't find the time in her busy life to complete this story so i asked her if i could. She said "as long as you don't ruin it." Lol i hope not! But no she was super happy that i will finish her story, we've discussed lots of ideas and such and what she originally wanted. Anyway, the first 20 chapters or so will be her original chapters, totally unchanged. I have them all ready to upload, though im not sure if i should upload a bunch of them at once seen as though quite a few people were actually reading this story and might just want to skip to where they were up to? If anybody reads this please leave a review to let me know if you think i should upload them one by one or in chunks. The rest of the story will be written by myself, i've already got a few chapters written and ready to go. That sums up whats happening though. Please read and review! Thank you :)

I had the day off work today, so I decided to take Nikita out for a long walk/run through the woods, instead of round the block like I normally do. Nikita was my 2 year old, big, loveable Siberian husky. I picked up her leash, called her name and waited for her to come bounding towards me. I never have time to take her into the trees of the woods, what with me being a police detective. It was a very demanding and time consuming job.

I put my grey hoodie on, tied my hair at the nape of my neck, clipped the leash to her collar and set off. We started off with a walk, but soon turned it into a steady jog. Once she we went past the usual boundaries, she knew where we were headed and pulled on her leash excitedly, making us do a flat out sprint. She might only be 2 years, but she was strong.

It takes about 20 minutes of walking to get to the tree line of the forest, we were there within 10. It was pretty big, and Nikita loved it in there, and I have to admit, I did too. It was peaceful, it gave me a chance to gather my thoughts.

I let Nikita off her leash so she could run around freely, when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Looking at caller I.D, I decided not to answer. It was my ex ringing me. I broke up with her last week, after dating for a couple months. I've known her for years, and all that time she was practically in love with me. I never really felt the same about her though. I mean, yeah she was pretty, but she was crazy man. Obsessive and jealous. I only started going out with her because I felt I owed her the chance to see if we could be something more. Needless to say, it was a mistake. But she still kept calling.

My phone buzzed again, this time with a text.

I miss you babe, please can we just meet up and talk about this?

Tasha xx

Ugh, no thank you Tasha. Not interested.

I heard Nikita bark and howl from a little distance. She ran back to me, whining and barking.

"What is it girl?" I asked, rubbing her head and ears. She started running back in the direction she came, and turned to look at me, whining some more. I think she wants me to follow her.

Picking up the pace, I jogged behind her as she led me away from the natural path, into a small area packed tight with trees and bushes. She stopped a few yards in front of me, barking at something on the ground. As I got closer I saw what is was.

A body.

The body of a girl to be precise. Shit! I ran towards her and bent down next to her. I placed my fingers on her neck and bent down to her chest to see if I could hear her breathing or feel a pulse. She was alive, barely. I pulled out my phone and dialled for an ambulance. After that, I called my partner in crime, or rather, partner in stopping crime, Ivan.

"Ivan, get here now. I've got a girl, badly injured, looks like she was beaten up." I told him where I was and inspected the girl's injuries closer. She looked to be around 19 or 20, but it was hard to tell when she was covered in dirt and blood. Her face, neck, arms, legs and ribs were bruised. There were small cuts here and there, nothing major. The dress she was wearing was torn in multiple places, and pulled up above her waist, leaving her bottom half exposed. I noticed her underwear was torn slightly too, and there was scratch marks on her thighs. Fuck.

I took off my hoodie and wrapped it over her, covering her up. I decided to carry her out, out of the woods as the ambulance wouldn't be able to get this far in. Her body was cold, meaning she'd been out here all night at the very least.

I laid her down on the grass in the clearing back by the main road and checked she was still breathing. She made no sound. Fuck!

I covered her nose with my hand, placed my mouth over hers, breathed into her and started on the chest compressions. I did this a few times before losing my patience.

"Come on, come on. Shit! Come back!" I banged on her chest with my fist. It actually worked. She took in a massive breath of air and opened her eyes. I leaned over her, hoping she could see me.

"Miss? It's going to be okay. You're going to be okay." I tried to tell her calmly.

She started screaming.

She was screaming and crying and thrashing. I put my arms around her to try and restrain her, making sure she didn't hurt herself anymore.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a police detective, I won't hurt you." I said, repeating it over and over. After a minute or two, her screaming stopped, and she looked at me with her brown eyes, before they rolled back into her head and she passed out.

A minute after that, the ambulance and police arrived. I handed her over to the paramedics, and gave my statement of what I found to Ivan. The rest of the police started searching the woods, looking for clues or evidence as to what might have happened.

"You just can't stay away from trouble, can you man?" Ivan said, trying to lighten the mood.

"I didn't look for this, I just stumbled across it." I replied, exhausted already, and it was only 10 am.

"You look tired, you should go home man, enjoy your day off."

I contemplated it, but it felt wrong. I needed to make sure this girl was okay. I'd go home to drop Nikita off, then go to the hospital to see the girl was okay.

An hour later I was in the waiting room of the hospital, wearing my police uniform. People tended to trust the police more than an ordinary person. Not long after that, the doctor called for me, and I walked into her room and she updated me on her injuries. She'd been hit on the head, giving her a hairline fracture. The bruises around her neck were finger shaped, indicating she'd been strangled. She had similar bruises on her arms and legs too. Her ribs were broken and bruised, probably from heavy punching, or kicking. And possibly worst of all, after a medical examination of her genital region, the doctor was confident she had been raped. Her vagina showed signs of forced entry, and her inner thighs were scratched up badly.

I sighed and sat down in the chair near the bed, my head in my hands. These types of cases always hit a nerve with me, what with my not so loving father and the way he treated my mother. One of the reasons I joined the police force was to protect people, women, from stuff like this happening to them. I could almost 100% guarantee this wasn't a random attack. She probably knew the attacker.

Ivan came by after a while and took a copy of her injuries, to put in the police report. He tried to get me to go home but I was adamant to stay. I wanted to be here when she woke up, so she wouldn't be alone.

I don't know how long I sat there for, aimlessly flicking through the free magazines they had laid out on the table, when I saw a movement in the corner of my eye. I turned my head to look at her, and she was looking right at me. She looked dazed, and confused. I pulled my chair up right next to her bed.

"Miss? Can you hear me? Can you see me?" I asked her, as she blinked some more. She moved so she was sat upright in the bed, wincing in pain as she did.

"Where am I? Am I in the hospital?" She croaked. It must hurt her to talk, I realised.

"Yes you are. Do you remember what happened to you? Do you know your name?"

"Who are you?" She demanded, eyeing my uniform.

"My name is Dimitri Belikov. I'm a detective, I found you in the woods this morning. Miss, do you remember what happened to you? Do you know who you are?" I tried to ask again. She looked confused, like she was trying to remember what happened, when she suddenly stared at me, eyes wide and burst out into tears.

I sat in silence and gave her a few minutes to compose herself. I wanted to comfort her, to place a reassuring hand over hers, but I feared she wouldn't like that. Her sobbing started to slow, so I asked the question again.

"Yes, my name is Rose Hathaway, and I remember what happened." She whispered.

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