I did write the next chapter immediately! ;) I think I've mentioned that my English can get bad when im tired and it's like the middle of the night here so if my English is bad at times, im sorry. Thank you so much for reviewing and reading, it makes my day! :)
Megan, Drake and Josh were all quiet. They were all in a hug, until Josh broke it off.
"Megan, I think we need to take you to the hospital." He said, feeling unsure about how she would react.
"No. I'm fine." She said. Then she realized why Josh said that, and she felt embarrassed.
Drake was feeling just as uneasy about the topic, but there was no time for that now. He needed to be sure that Megan hadn't caught anything from that bastard.
"Did he…did he use a condom?" he said as he closed his eyes. He could barely believe the conversation they were having. He was asking whether or not the guy who raped his little sister used a condom. The guy that he had met, the guy that he had dinner with, the guy that was welcomed in to his home. He was now boiling with anger, but he wouldn't show it to Megan.
The question made Megan feel as she was trapped in a small area with no oxygen, and in a heartbeat, she began to hyperventilate. She grabbed Drakes arm tightly as she was gasping for air. Josh rubbed her back and spoke to her gently.
"It's okay, Megs, just breathe. Relax"
She gave Josh a panicked look, showing him how those words didn't exactly help her much right now. She started moving her head back and forth with every breath. Her throat was aching as it barely let her have any air. Drake remembered what he used to do when Megan lost her breath when they were little. He had a quick flashback where Megan was 7 years old and got hit by a football in her chest and she started panicking, thinking she would die from choking. He got off the bench and kneeled in front of her again. He took both her hands in his and waved his other hand in front of his face.
"Megan, look at me. Look at me." He said. She had a horrified look on her face when she made direct eye contact with her older brother.
"Good. Now breathe exactly like I do." He said as he waved his hand in front of his face again. "Look at me, Megan." He repeated. He started showing her how to breathe like she was an alien, first setting foot on this planet.
"Like this, Megan." He said and took deep breaths as he stared at her intensely.
She stared copying Drakes breathing; they were doing it in the same pace, kind of like they were playing music together.
"There you go, just like that, Megs." He said and continued. She nodded, but she still had that panicked look in her eyes. "You're okay, your color's coming back, it's okay." He told her soothingly. Josh watched the entire scene play out before him. He realized just how close Drake and Megan really were. They had grown up together; Megan had known Drake since the day she was born. He had never had a sibling until his dad married Audrey, he didn't know what it was like until then.
"He made me put it on him." She said so quietly that they barely heard her. "I helped him." She said and covered her face with her hands and sobbed. "It's not your fault." Her brothers said at the same time while hugging her. They both had the same feeling; they both felt that lump in their throats, they both had that sick feeling in their stomachs.
"I just want to go home." Megan said.
Audrey and Walter weren't home yet, so Josh decided that he should call them. They all needed their parents right now. Drake and Josh were in college and adults, technically even Megan was, but somehow they all really needed someone to help them out.
Drake took Megans hand and went into the upstairs bathroom, where he would help her clean up. He went to her room and brought her pajamas. He went down to Josh while she was changing.
"What did they say?" he asked, feeling a bit guilty for not being the one to make that call.
"They are at the Schneiders, they are on their way." Josh responded. He looked different, he almost looked paler, and suddenly he seemed exhausted.
"Josh, are you okay?"
"Yeah, it's just…telling them what happened was horrible." He said and shook his head. He looked over at Drake.
"I talked to dad, he probably didn't say anything in front of the Schneiders. He's probably telling mom as we speak." Josh's voice was shaking, he tried to put himself in Walter and Audreys shoes for a moment. No, that was impossible.
"They'll be here in about an hour." He said and went in to the kitchen.
Drake brought the first aid kit to the bathroom. Megan had changed into pink pajama pants, and a black t-shirt. Drake started gently wiping of some blood on her face, he was careful not to hurt her. Just then, Josh came in with some ice.
"Hold this on your eye, Megs." He said and held out the ice to her. She did as she was told, and when she brought up her left hand to hold it, both her brothers looked at her bruised wrist. It was like being kicked in the gut, but worse.
"Okay, Megan. I need you to tell me where it hurts." Drake said after he wiped off some tears from Megans face with his thumb.
"Does your head hurt?" he asked her. Megan nodded.
"Tell me all the places that hurt okay?" he added, wanting Megan to actually speak.
"My head, my wrists, shoulders, and my stomach." She said really fast. She was afraid that if she spoke, she was going to start crying again. There was another place that hurt, but Megan was too embarrassed to say it.
Josh took a paper cloth and wet it with cold water. He lightly pressed it against one of her wrists.
"Does that feel better?" he asked, hoping she would say yes.
"Yeah."
Josh nodded and did the same thing to her other wrist. "Okay." He said.
"I'm just going to see how your stomach looks." Drake said as he slowly lifted up her shirt a little. She tensed at that, but quickly remembered it was just Drake. He stopped and looked at her, and when she nodded, he proceeded. Her stomach was a little red and bruised, but it was nothing compared to how her left hip looked. "God." He said.
Megan held her hand over her hip, like it would help take the pain away.
Josh got up and gathered her clothes that were sprawled over the bathroom floor. Her black jeans had been too dark to show it, but when he got a glimpse of their grey inside, he gasped. He held them out to Drake and Megan and looked at them both.
"You sure nothing else hurts, Megs?" he tried to say calmly, but his voice failed him.
Drake looked in horror at the blood on the inside of her jeans. She was too embarrassed to tell them. Drake started visibly shaking. He had held himself together until now.
"Damn it!" he let out. Megan looked at him with new tears forming in her eyes.
Drake collected himself, Megan was still in the room and she needed him.
"You can tell us, Megan." He said after a while. Megan couldn't bring herself to say anything. She didn't even know how to say it. She just looked at Drake with wide eyes.
"Does it hurt where it happened?" Drake asked her, seeing how uncomfortable she was.
He was too, and he didn't really know what words to use. He tried to go around it as much as he could, and it seemed to help Megan as well.
"Yeah, it hurts a lot." Megan said, blinking frequently to keep the tears from falling.
"I'll be right back." Drake responded and got out of the room.
"It's okay Megan, don't worry about it." Josh said after Drake had left. "We'll just get you checked out just in case. You know, to make sure."
Drake came back inside with a pair of his old, grey sweatpants. He handed them to Megan. She took them and got lost in her memories when she saw the red print on one of the legs. "Zero Gravity." She rubbed the print with her thumb as she nodded to them both. Drake gave her a small smile, then he handed her that big comfy, black sweatshirt of his that she loved.
Once at the hospital, Drake and Josh were not allowed to be with Megan during her examination. They waited patiently, although it was hard just sitting around. Drake told Josh that he would call their parents this time, to let them know what was going on. He had wanted to talk to Walter, he figured that Walter would be the more collected of the two, but he ended up calling his moms cellphone. Walter was probably the one driving anyway.
"Yes, mom. Yeah. Yes. A little better. We went to the hospital. Yeah, to make sure. I know , mom. Okay, see you soon." God that was hard. His voice cracked when he spoke to her, he now understood what Josh was telling him earlier. His mom's sad voice had almost made him have an emotional breakdown.
Megans examination didn't take long. She didn't have any permanent injuries, she would be okay. But once the medical business was taken care of, there was still a huge thing left hanging over Megan like a dark cloud. She knew that coming to a hospital claiming you have been raped would start a series of chaos. She would have to answer to the police, and that was something she dreaded. If it wasn't for Drake and Josh, she probably wouldn't have come to the hospital in the first place. "If you tell anyone, I'll kill you." She hadn't forgot about those words. How long is the sentence for rape? How long would it be until he got out again? Maybe they won't even do anything to him. Maybe he would convince them that she agreed to it… She was starting to have second thoughts about everything. She should have handled things differently. She didn't want to do this. There was a small part of her that still cared for Nick, how stupid that might sound. A part that didn't want him to get in trouble. God, how she hated that stupid part of her, how she hated herself. She was going to push those thoughts about him away though. She decided that tonight. She was never ever going to be so blind to a lie again.
Her thoughts were interrupted as her entire family stepped in to the room. Audrey was crying loudly as she ran over to Megan.
"Oh my god! My little girl!" she cried into Megans shoulder. To be honest, this only made her feel worse. She had caused her own mother to feel this way. She could see Walter standing next to Josh, he looked unsure of what to do with himself. They made eye contact and she could see the tears in his eyes. He walked over to her and stroke her hair.
"It's going to be okay." He whispered. Both her parents were holding on to her for dear life, and it made her feel uncomfortable. She didn't want to cry in front of them. She couldn't, it would only make everything much worse. She really just wanted them to leave so she could deal with everything on her own, but of course she couldn't say that.
"What happened, Megan? How could he do this to you?" Audrey cried out. Her eyes were so swollen she could hardly see anything at all. Drake and Josh looked at their mom in shock. Did she really just say that? Drake looked over at Megan with concern. Her lips were trembling and she was blinking five times a second, she always did that when she didn't want to cry.
"Maybe we should leave Megan alone for a minute and let her get dressed." Drake said.
Megan wanted to hug him forever for saying that and she even gave him a little smile. They understood each other without even speaking.
"We can't leave her all alone, Drake." Audrey said as if she was stating the obvious.
Drake rolled his eyes at her; he wished that she could just understand.
"Mom, he's right, we'll wait for you outside, Megan." Josh said and gave her a warm look and then he and Drake started going for the door.
"You coming?" he said to his parents as they just stood there unable to move.
Megan had never been more relieved to be left alone. She was grateful for the way Drake and Josh handled things, it was like they had really grown up in the last few hours. She took off her hospital gown and stopped for a moment to take a look at her bruises. Somehow, they were even bigger now. She grabbed Drakes grey sweatpants and pulled them on, and then felt the pain in her shoulders as she pulled her t-shirt over her head. She closed the zipper to the black sweatshirt all the way and made her way out of the room.
"I'll ride with Drake and Josh." She said as she moved past her family in the halls. None of them said anything. Walter nodded to his sons, and put his arm around Audrey, who didn't understand Megans actions at all. While in the car, she put the hoodie over her head, and pulled out the arms so that her hands were being covered almost completely. She felt somewhat warm and safe like this, and she leaned her head on the car window in a car that was pleasantly quiet. She had already told the police who did what to her, they wanted to make sure that he wouldn't hide or try to convince a friend to be his alibi.
Tomorrow, she would have to deal with the whole thing on a bigger level though, and even the thought of it was making her feel sick.
