AN:: I know this is dark for Friends, but hey its fanfic I can do what I want.
Monica walked into her apartment, closing the door behind her as softly as possible. It was almost four in the morning, and she didn't want to wake up her roommate, or explain her crazy night. But when she heard a noise behind the couch she hit the lights on, she jumped suddenly on guard. She was not prepared for what she saw.
Rachel was sitting behind the couch with tears streaming down her face. Her clothes were disheveled and her make up smeared across her face.
"Sweetie, what happened?" Monica asked in shock, quickly moving to her friends' side.
"I think I need some help," Rachel spoke barely above a whisper. "I think I need some help," she repeated.
Monica rubbed her back, feelings her muscles stiffen she pulled away.
"No, please don't leave me," Rachel pleaded.
"It's okay, I'm right here," Monica promised, pulling Rachel into a hug.
They embraced for a few moments, feeling comfort in each other's arms.
Finally, Rachel pulled away looking at her friend she asked, "Mon, could…. Could you please take me to the hospital?" Her sobs grew as she spoke. Right now, it talking felt like a very difficult task.
….
Monica held Rachel's hand as she sat waiting on the hospital bed.
"We have had way too much to drink," he announced, slurring his words together.
"Noo," she answered taking another drink.
"You shouldn't go home alone, Rachel."
Monica could tell Rachel was about to start crying again. She had been staring off into space for a few moments.
Monica did not know for sure what had happened to Rachel. She could tell when Rachel ask her to take her to the hospital she shouldn't ask question. Rachel did not need her to pry, she needed someone to sit with her, to hold her hand. Rachel was clearly scared and had gone through enough already. Whatever it was, Monica knew it was bad. Rachel had told the aid who helped check her in that she had been assaulted.
Assaulted.
It was such an ugly word. Monica did not want to think about what it meant. What that word could entail.
A nurse came in to gather some information from Rachel. She asked her some basic question Rachel mindless answered.
"I know this is hard, but where you sexually assaulted?" the nurse finally asked, offering Rachel a look of what she perceived as pity.
"Yes," she answered as he voice cracked. She started to cry again. Monica wanted desperately to comfort her but didn't know how.
It started with a kiss.
"Woah, I know I'm drunk, okay really drunk, but this can't happen.'
"Yes, we are both drunk. It doesn't matter. Come on Rachel, we are really good together." He kissed her again. They were alone in her apartment. He was going to drop her off. He was taking her home, escorting her to protect her from any creeps she might encounter, how ironic.
"No," she said again suddenly sobering up as his hand traveled up her leg groping her.
He ignored her protests and pinned her up against the wall and continued to kiss her. Rachel froze. She couldn't move a muscle, she didn't know what to do. She was paralyzed. "Move! Push him off! Do something!" her mind screamed. But she didn't. Rachel squeezed her eyes shut, realizing this was going to happen. She was trapped.
The doctor came in shortly to start the rape exam.
"Would you like to be alone for this?" she asked Rachel.
Rachel panicked, she couldn't have Monica see this: see her at her worst possible moment. "Yes," was all Rachel could say. She wanted Monica there, but didn't think she could deal with the reality of what was happening. If her friend was there that would make it real. Monica would see how damaged she was.
"Ill be in the waiting if you need me," Monica told Rachel, "Seriously, if you change your mind I will be right there waiting for you."
Monica sat down and put her head in her hands. What a mess, she thought. Monica could not understand why anyone would want to hurt her strong independent. friend.
AN:: Please comment! I would love to hear what you guys think! Thank you for reading!