Something terrible just happened to CC. She didn't know what to do for once in her life. For someone so smart, how could she have let this happen to her? She was the Bitch of Broadway, the Queen bee of New York. So how could what happened …happen?
She went home and took a shower, wanting to feel as refreshed as possible, if that were possible. She didn't actually know what she was doing, but she was doing something, unlike what had happened hours before. She was normally meticulous about her appearance and hygiene but tonight was a whole different ballgame.
Damn that Niles. If only he'd driven her to the theater instead of his usual stubborn self refusing to help her out. If only she hadn't taken that cab. If only that driver hadn't followed her into the theater.
She couldn't go to the police. For one she knew they were so busy her case would just get tossed into a warehouse never to be seen again. And for another, it would mean that she admitted that she was weak and helpless and vulnerable, traits she'd long vowed not to let people see in her.
So in every way possible, CC was screwed.
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She cried for the first time possibly in her life that night. The shower ended but the tears continued to fall, seemingly like the rain outside. It was a dreary autumn night, and it seemed to suit her mood so well. She didn't know what she would do next. All she wanted was for life to go on, for her to continue her job and her life, but that bastard had taken something from her that she could never get back. He'd taken more than her womanhood- he'd taken her pride.
She didn't know what to do next. She called off sick without further explanation and just crawled with her favorite comforter next to her fireplace. She drank, not to get drunk but to forget, but even that didn't help. For the first time in her life, CC Babcock truly felt alone. And she didn't want to even think about Niles.
TBC