Chapter3

Rachel gawked at the wall before her as tears streamed down her bruised cheeks. She cried silently for all that she lost in the past four hours. She was exhausted, but sleeping was the last thing she wanted to do. She was too scared to close her eyes and the pain was overbearing. Her entire body ached. All she wanted was to feel nothing.

She flinched when the door opened. Her fathers entered both wearing looks of despair. Leroy forced a smile as he strolled towards the bed. "Hey baby girl, how are you feeling?"

Rachel glanced at him before returning her gaze back to the wall ahead. She didn't answer. She was feeling too much and she would do anything to make it stop.

"Rachel sweetie, the police want to talk to you in a little while." Hiram said softly, but Rachel remained silent. "Rachel, please say something."

"What do you want me to say?" She whispered huskily. Waves of nausea arose in her stomach.

"Who did this to you?" Leroy asked with a hint of anger in his voice.

"I don't want to talk about it." Rachel muttered, taking deep breaths in attempt to calm her nauseous stomach.

"You're going to have to tell the police." Leroy said.

"I just want to forget!" Rachel shouted, her voice cracking mid-sentence. More tears tumbled down her face.

"Okay, it's okay." Hiram soothed. "You don't have to talk about it right now."

There was a knock on the door before it opened and a nurse stepped into the room. "How are you doing, hon?"

Rachel glanced at the woman. "Not too good."

"I'm Susan, by the way." The nurse smiled towards Rachel's fathers. "I'll be Rachel's night nurse."

"I'm Hiram and this is Leroy. We're Rachel's fathers."

Susan held up a medicine cup with a blue pill and a glass of water. "It's time to take this."

"Wh-what is it?" Rachel asked, taking the glass of water with her uninured wrist.

"Emergency contraception." The nurse pressed her lips in a thin line.

Unshed tears blurred her vision as she struggled to hold them back. Pregnancy wasn't something that had crossed her mind. She took the pill and swallowed it with the water. A sob escaped her lips.

"It's going to be okay." Susan reassured as she gently stroked Rachel's arm.

Sweat began to bead on Rachel's forehead and her body began to shake. She could feel the bile rising in her throat. "I think I'm going to throw up."

Susan grabbed a basin and quickly pushed it in front of Rachel. Rachel leaned over it, emptying the contents of her stomach. Susan gathered Rachel's soft curls in her hand and held it back while Rachel continued to gag. Once Rachel was done, Susan handed her a tissue and took the basin into the connected bathroom.

"Why is she throwing up?" Hiram asked with concern as he gently rubbed Rachel's back.

"It could be a variety of reasons; shock, pain, a bad reaction to one of the medications, a combination of all those things." Susan said as she placed the clean basis in front of Rachel. "Are you still feeling nauseous?"

Rachel nodded. "Yes."

"What about the pill? I'm sure she vomited that up." Leroy said.

"Yes, more than likely. We give her another one in twelve hours, but it won't be as effective without both doses. However, that itself can cause nausea and if we give it to her while she is already vomiting, it can cause other problems, such as dehydration." Susan explained. "Rachel, I hate to ask you this, but did the person who assaulted you…ejaculate inside of you?"

Rachel let out a sob as she nodded her head. She pulled the basin closer and vomited into it. Hiram sighed and held back his daughter's hair, while gently rubbing her back.

Susan waited until she was done vomiting before she started for the door. "I'm going to go talk to her doctor to see what we should do. Maybe an anti-nausea pill."

"Thank you." Leroy forced a smile before he made his way closer to his daughter.

"I want to go home." Rachel whined, resting her head against the pillows.

"I know, but you can't. You're going to have to stay here for a few days."

Rachel felt her body begin to shake as her temperature rose. She grabbed the basin and began to vomit again. She spent the next four hours throwing up. They had given her an anti-nausea pill, waited an hour, and then gave her a second dose of the emergency contraceptive, but she began to throw up within twenty minutes of taking that. After taking another anti-nausea pill, the vomiting seemed to have finally ended.

The doctor stepped into the room, gently smiling at the three. "Are you still feeling nauseous, Rachel?"

"Only a little."

"Good, the pill must have finally kicked in." The doctor said. "We're not going to give you another dose of the emergency contraceptive."

"But didn't she throw the other ones up?" Leroy questioned with concern.

"Most likely. However, even with the anti-nausea pill, she still threw up with and now we have the concern of dehydration, which is already an issue. The dehydration factor outweighs the concern of pregnancy, which may not even occur. "

"Are we even positive as to why she is throwing up?" Hiram asked as he gently rubbed his daughter's back.

"I think it's a combination of pain and shock and we only furthered the problem by giving her the emergency contraception." Dr. Robbins explained. "Rachel, I know you really don't want to, but the police are here to speak with you. I tried to get them to come later so you could sleep, but they insist they talk to you as soon as possible."

Rachel only nodded, too tired to argue. Dr. Robbins disappeared into the hall before returning several minutes later with a woman in her mid-thirties wearing a police uniform. Rachel was grateful it was a woman because she didn't think she would be able to handle a man, other than her fathers, in the room.

"Hi, I'm Officer Greene, but you can call me Nicole. What's your name?"

Rachel looked at the woman nervously. "R-Rachel Berry."

"Hi Rachel. I know you've been through a lot tonight and that you're scared, but I need to get some details to protect and help you. We want to catch the person that hurt you so he can't hurt you or anyone else again. I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but I'm going to ask you some questions and I need you to be as specific and honest as you can. We can take a break at any time. Okay?" Nicole's voice was soft and sympathetic as she spoke to the frightened girl.

Rachel nodded.

"Do you know who did this to you?"

Rachel glanced away. "His name i-is…J-Jason. I…I don't know his last name."

"Did he tell you his name?"

"Yeah. I was studying at the Lima Bean Café and he came in and started t-talking to me. He…he was flirting with me. He…seemed nice." Rachel felt tears stinging her eyes. "Oh he said he was a junior at Carmel high school."

"Good, you're doing great." Nicole said. "What did he look like?"

Rachel paused for a moment. She didn't want to think about that. She didn't want to recall his appearance. "He…he had dark hair, almost black, and short. His eyes were brown. He was pretty tall, muscular. He was wearing a red shirt and jeans. He had a faded scar on his forehead-he told me it was from when he fell into the coffee table when he was little."

"What time did he arrive at the café?"

"Around six."

"So he came into the café and started talking to you, correct?"

"He looked at me when he came in, ordered a drink, and started talking to me. We introduced ourselves and he sat down."

Nicole scribbled across her notepad. "Then what happened?"

"We talked until someone who worked there told us they were closing."

"What did you talk about?"

"A lot of things. I told him things about myself, like about my childhood and my hobbies. We both are into theater. He's apparently in the glee club at his school." Rachel explained as she tried to recall the information they exchanged between each other. "I c-can't remember everything. We talked for hours just about our lives. He seemed normal and sweet. He was flirting. Any chance he could get he would tell me I was pretty or smart."

"What happened after the café closed?"

"We went out to the parking lot and talked a little bit more there. The woman that worked there left. We were the only ones left; she was waiting for us to leave so she could close. After she left, I told him I should call my dads and get home. H-he wanted to go see a movie or to take me to his house, but I told him I had to go home. That's when he got angry. It's like he turned into a completely different person. He grabbed my wrist and tried pulling me into his car. I was starting to get nervous. I realized he wasn't the sweet guy I thought he was. I told him to let go, but…he-he wouldn't and he…h-he dragged me to the w-woods." Rachel felt tears stinging her eyelids as she recalled the horrific memories.

"What happened after that?" Nicole encouraged Rachel to continue as she peeled her eyes off her notepad.

"He…h-he told me to…t-take off my cl-clothes." Rachel choked out, finally letting the tears cascade down her face.

Hiram closed his eyes for a moment. He didn't know if he could handle listening to the torture his baby girl had gone through. He glanced to the other side of Rachel's bed where Leroy stood, wearing a matching look of despair.

"Th-that's when I knew what…what he was going to do." Rachel continued as her tears fell harder. "I tried to run, but he was too quick. He…he started to take off my clothes and t-touch me. He was so rough. I tried to fight, I did, but he was so much stronger than me. I kept telling him to stop and to get off and that he was hurting me, but he didn't listen. He…he kissed me all over, but even that was rough. He didn't really even k-kiss; it was more like b-biting. I kept fighting him, but that only made him beat me harder. Eventually he got all my clothes off and he…he held my wrists above my head and I screamed for him to stop, I kept telling him no, but he…h-he…"

Hiram took Rachel's hand in his as she let out a sob. "Shh, it's okay, sweetie."

"He…he…did it and it hurt so badly. I begged him to stop, but h-he just kept going and I tried to get away, but he was on top of me and holding me down and hitting me and everything just hurt so much. Wh-when he…finished, he had fun and that he w-wanted to do it a-again. Then he left and I called my dads."

"You're doing great, Rachel. I wish I didn't have to ask you questions, but unfortunately it's mandatory. I know it's hard, but I need very specific details." Nicole said as she looked up at Rachel. "You said he touched you all over. Can you clarify exactly where he touched you?"

Rachel held back a sob as images flashed through her mind. "My…my chest and…under my…sk-skirt."

"Did he touch your vagina?"

"Yes."

"Did he at any point insert his fingers or a foreign object into you vagina?"

Rachel looked away ashamed as she cried harder. "Y-yes. His…fingers."

"Did he perform oral sex on you?"

Rachel bit down on her lip in attempt to stop the constant stream of tears that flowed down her cheeks. "Y-yes."

"Did he force you to perform oral sex on him?"

"N-no."

"Where did he strike you?"

"Everywhere." Rachel said. "My stomach a lot. There was nowhere specific. He didn't care where he hurt me, he punched, hit, kicked, bit me everywhere."

"Did he insert his penis into your vagina?"

Rachel erupted into sobs as she nodded her head. "Yes."

"Do you need to take a minute?" Nicole asked, frowning at the broken girl.

Rachel only nodded, burying her face in her hands. She flinched when she felt arms wrap around her, but reminded herself that it was only her daddy. "I…I can't d-do this."

"You're doing great, Rachel. We're almost done." Nicole reassured, feeling her heartbreak for the young girl.

Rachel wiped at her eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. You can continue."

"Did he insert his penis, fingers, or any foreign objects any place else on your body?"

Rachel shook her head. "No."

"Did he have any weapons?"

"No."

"Did he ejaculate inside of you?"

Rachel began to cry again as the nausea returned. "Y-yes."

"I think that's all. If you have any questions and concerns, or if you hear from or see this guy, don't hesitate to call me." Nicole handed a card to Leroy. "Rachel, good luck with everything. We'll do everything we can to find this guy. You'll get through this. You're very strong."

"Thank you." Rachel whispered.

"Thank you so much." Leroy said before Nicole exited the room.

Rachel scooted down so she was in lying position. Hiram pushed her hair behind her ear and bent down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Go to sleep, pumpkin. You must be exhausted."

"I'm too scared to sleep." She muttered. She was beyond exhausted; she had been awake for twenty-six hours.

Hiram exchanged heartbroken looks with his husband. All he wanted to do was take the pain away from his daughter. "It's okay, sweetheart. Dad and I will be with you. You're safe now. Sleeping will help you heal."

Rachel succumbed to her exhaustion, closing her eyes and drifting off into an uneasy sleep.

Thanks for reading! Just so everyone knows, I will try to update every one-two weeks, however the fall semester starts Monday so things may get busy and sometimes the updates get pushed further apart. I'm planning on getting a lot of the sequel done this week so hopefully I'll have that posted by the beginning of September.

Also for any of The Fosters fans, I have been writing a Fosters fanfiction and plan to have that up before the winter.

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