Sorry for the chapter being so short guys! I really, really wanted to give a warning before we got into some triggering things, so that's why it had such an abrupt ending. Thank you to all who reviewed (Rasha007, Princesssparkle15, Kaybaby1127, etc etc etc), I really appreciate it! Okay, ONWARD.

Bonnie came over to Elena's side and reached to grab her hand.

"How are you feeling? Dizzy? Tired?" she asked, reaching with her other hand to gently massage the IV drip bag to make sure it was administering the fluids.

Elena shook her head. Clearing her throat, she opened her mouth it seemed for the first time in decades. "I don't know, I guess. It just feels so.. weird being here," she responded.

Bonnie nodded. "That's typical for someone who has gone through so much as you. I'm going to talk to you about an examination you can have, okay?" she said, softly.

She crouched down to sit on the plush chair next to Elena's bed.

"Do you know what kind of examination you can have after a sexual assault?"

Elena flinched at the word. "No.. wait. Do you have to collect evidence or something? I think I saw it on TV somewhere."

Bonnie nodded. "Yes. It's a totally optional examination you can have that includes me taking some clothing, hair samples, nail clippings, urine, saliva and a physical examination of your genital area."

Bonnie looked at Elena with unflinching eyes. Elena could tell she had given this speech many times, a fact that saddened her. How many girls have gone through what she is going through right now? Should she do the exam? Did she really want the answers to the questions she had? Elena sighed.

"Yes. I want to do the exam. Let's get the bastard," she said sternly.

Bonnie smiled. "All right. I already grabbed the necessary materials, are you ready to get started?" Elena nodded.

For the next five minutes Elena zoned out as Bonnie collected clothes, and nail clippings. When it came to give the urine sample, Elena gingerly climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom with the cup.

Elena couldn't believe her eyes at the reflection staring at her. Her once shiny hair had dulled and frizzed to the weeks of it not being clean. There was no trace of makeup, she had long cried it all off. But most of all were her eyes. She always got complimented on her eyes, on the depth and color of her eyes. But these were not her old ones. These eyes had seen horrible, horrible things. These eyes were eyes of a victim. Of someone who had seen too much in a short time period.

It's a cliché, isn't it? A person staring at the mirror and seeing something they don't recognize? Elena shrugged it off. She wasn't ready to be this new person yet.

She came back to the small room, and laid back down on the bed.

Bonnie came over to her side, and took her hand.

"It's time to do the physical examination, okay?"

Elena nodded.

As Bonnie got ready, tears stared to stream down Elena's face. She half-laughed at herself. All the things she had been through, and this is what she cries about?

She told herself over and over again in her head that is was just an exam, it was just a procedure. But as Bonnie continued, Elena couldn't help the severe shudders running down her spine.

It was night time. At least, she thought it was. The covering on the windows were darker. She had heard him come in about three hours ago, upstairs. She swears he was waiting to come down just to terrorize her. The wait was almost worse.

Finally she heard him open the door and descend down the staircase. Oh, god. He's coming. He walked closer to the bed, and she tried to make herself as small as she could on the mattress.

"Well good morning my princess!" he crooned. Elena kept her eyes shut.

"Come on, don't you want to play with me?" he smirked, and roughly grabbed her forearm.

Elena yelped, the bruises formed already on her arms hurt to touch.

He pulled her face closer to his, his green eyes watery and dull. She could tell he had been drinking, she could smell the beer on his breath.

"Take off your pants. Now." he commanded.

As he watched, she pulled off her small cotton shorts with shaky hands.

She closed her eyes as he started to touch her. She could hear his breath picking up as he got more and more excited, and she heard him unzip his pants.

He collapsed on top of her, his stinky breath blowing gusts into her face. Her arms lay rigid next to her, tears leaking out of her eyes as he thrust into her, two, three times.

Loudly grunting now, he roughly grabbed her breasts and squeezed them.

She thought hell would be better than this.

He thrust so hard it started to physically hurt, she had to choke down cries.

Her mind went to the place were it always went, on nights like this. Where he couldn't seem to get enough, and her whole body seemed to be crawling with his touch.

She thought of a long beach. Where she could lay out in the sun, and smile with her best friend Caroline, and have a cold margarita in her hand.

He snapped her out of this fantasy.

"Why are you so quiet, you bitch?" he yelled, slapping her face.

"Come on! Act like you enjoy it you fucking whore," he said, the words spitting in her face.

Elena was shell shocked. He had never asked her for this, what could she do?

"Wh-hat.. do you want me to say?" she stuttered.

"Ugh. Never mind." he grunted, pulling himself out of her.

He got up and pulled up his pants. He was muttering to himself, but he couldn't quite make out what he was saying.

As he walked back upstairs, Elena numbly put her shorts back on.

This was day five.

I decided I wanted a flashback. Anyway, thanks for waiting so long! I hope that was … okay? I didn't like writing it. What do you think? Sorry for taking so long to update!