THE RAPE OF BRENDA
CHAPTER FOUR
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A/N: Some things are different than they happened on the show time wise especially thank you for all of you who have reviewed. I want to thank my beta and also please read and review
Brandon walked up to the receptionist and asked for his sister. Detective Benson heard his question and approached Brandon to ask what his relationship with Brenda was. Brandon could only stare at this strange man and wonder what he wanted to know, but he told him that he was Brenda's twin brother.
"I'm Detective Benson and I'm waiting to see your sister. They're still working on her." The detective told Brandon, and taking in the sight of the rest of the group, all of which were wondering what could have happened to Brenda to warrant a detective's presence at the hospital. None of them like the implications.
"Why are you here? What happened to Brenda?" Dylan was the first to speak out, worried about what exactly brought this man to the hospital to see Brenda.
"I'm afraid I can't tell you anything about the case, you'll have to wait to speak with Ms. Walsh or her doctor."
Jim and Cindy arrived, going directly to Brandon, "What's going on Brandon? Do you know anything yet?" Jim asked, his worry evident in his tone.
Brandon shook his head, "The only thing I know is this detective here is waiting to talk to Brenda but he won't tell me why." Was she in a car accident? Or something worse? What could've happened to his sister?
"Why do you need to speak with my daughter?" Jim asked, very directly to the detective.
"Sir, I'm Detective Benson, I'm sorry but I cannot tell you why I need to speak with your daughter."
"I'm her father! Jim, Jim Walsh, I would like to know what's happened to my daughter."
"I'm sorry sir, Brenda is eighteen years old and I do not have to tell you anything. I'm sorry, but I cannot tell you anything without her consent."
Benson noticed Nurse Barker emerge from the corridor and left Jim standing alone as he approached her.
"Nurse Barker, those are Brenda's parents, her brother, and friends. I presume they all came in with her brother. I need to get a statement from Ms. Walsh, when will I be able to do so?" He spoke softly so the others behind him wouldn't overhear.
Jim had watched Detective Benson speak with the nurse, were they whispering about Brenda? Most likely. Not wanting either to walk away before he found out anything himself he approached the pair.
"Nurse, when can I see my daughter? What's going on? Why is she here? What happened? Was she in an accident?"
"Mr. Walsh?" He nodded and she continued. "The doctor will be out in a few minutes to explain about what happened to Brenda. Please be patient, I know it's hard, but it will only be a few more minutes." With that she turned and walked down the hall towards Brenda's room with the detective.
Brenda looked up when she heard the door open, upon noticing it was Detective Benson and her nurse, she wondered what else she would have to go through tonight. Doctor Jameson had done a rape kit and an ultrasound, her baby boy was fine, but she had severe tearing and bruised ribs. At least they weren't broken, just a lot of other bruises from the rape and beating she took.
She was so relieved that she didn't lose her baby. That he was fine-she was having a boy.
Doctor Jameson knew the hell Brenda was going through as she had firsthand knowledge of the fight Brenda had ahead of her.
She remained in the room just in case Brenda needed her and watched as the detective and nurse approached Brenda. Brenda was scared even though she knew that the detective wouldn't hurt her, she was still afraid of him.
"Hi Brenda, my name is John, John Benson, I'm a detective. I need to ask you a few questions about what happened to you tonight at the club. I know you've been through a lot already, but as soon as we're done here you'll get some rest. I just need you to tell me what happened in your own words."
He knew she was afraid of him, and asking her to relive what happened earlier wasn't going to be easy on her.
"I, I was at the club, dancing. At, at eleven-thirsty I decided to leave because 'cause of my curfew at twelve-thirty. I walked to the parking, the park, the parking lot and was get, getting into my, into my car when, when this man came up behind me and put his hand over my mouth and dragged me into the alley. I tried, I tried to fight him off but he beat me, and then, then he tore off my underwear and ra-raped me. I thought, I thought I was going to lose my baby so I quit fighting back so he would quit beating me." No one said anything about the tears on Brenda's face.
"I know this might be hard, but I need to know if you saw what he looked like. I also have to ask, did you lose your baby?"
"No, no the baby, he's fine. There was a light above the door in the alley, um, he, had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and um, about six feet tall. He, he had a tattoo of a raven on his left arm. That's all I can remember." She didn't want to remember any more.
"Thank you Brenda, you did very well. Here's my card if you have any questions or recall anything else. Do not hesitate to call me. I will do everything I can to catch this guy. Just one more question, would you be willing to work with a sketch artist?"
"Yes."
Turning his attention to the doctor, "Doctor, did you do a rape kit?"
"Yes, I have the report, pictures and her clothes. You can take them with you."
He left. He noticed the Walsh's pacing, he knew they were worried about what was going on with Brenda, but sometimes ignorance was bliss.
"Brenda, your family's here, so are a bunch of kids."
Brenda looked up at Nurse Barker and then over to Dr. Jameson.
"Do you still want me to tell your family what happened?" Dr. Jameson asked.
"Yes, please, I can't, I just can't tell them. Don't, don't tell them I'm pregnant. I, I need to do that myself."
Dr. Jameson nodded and excused herself from the room. Making her way to the Walsh's, bracing herself for telling them news no one wanted to receive. Jim noticed her first and wondered if they were finally going to get some answers. He had badgered the receptionist and didn't get anything out of her.
Everyone watched her approach, anxious to hear about what happened to Brenda and why she was here. All kinds of thoughts were going through their minds.
"I am Doctor Leslie Jameson and I would like to speak to Brenda's immediate family, please." They stepped forward, "If you'll come with me to my office, we can talk about Brenda there." She led the way, knowing the semblance off privacy in her office would offer some comfort. "Please take a seat."
Once more bracing herself, and a deep breath, "Brenda asked me to tell you what happened this evening. There's no easy way to say this so I'm going to be frank. Brenda was beaten and raped early tonight."
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