Hey everybody, here's the chapter. If you can't handle the kind of triggering thing mentioned in chapter 4, I don't recommend you continue reading the story because that event itself is a focal point and gets mentioned a lot. Also, I do not condone being mean to healthcare professionals. Even if it doesn't feel like it in the moment, most of them are just trying to help. Thanks for reading and enjoy the story.

Going to the hospital was scary. I was separated from Alexei and Jamie despite all our protests and I was ushered into the back seat of the police car wrapped in a metal shock blanket to 'preserve evidence.' When we arrived the true horror began.

I was brought into a room with a nurse who introduced herself in Adrian as Nurse Sadie, saying she was trained in collecting evidence for rape kits. I spent 3 hours of pure hell in that room.

I had to give her my clothes and remain naked for what felt like an eternity while samples were taken from all over my body. The undersides of my finger nails were scraped fro evidence. I was examined for finger prints. Sand and dirt samples were taken from all over. There were hundreds of pictures taken. Finally I was given clothes to wear, but the horror still wasn't over.

When the hospital was done with me, the police took their turn. I wasn't brought to the police station, I was brought to the hospital psychological ward on my grandfather's request, I was told. They were worried I would hurt myself or get out of control like I had after my mother died. They were so scared of me, that they locked me up again.

At first I was alone in a room, then the detectives came in and I had to give a verbal statement of the events to the police while a camera recorded the interview. Then, I was given a pad of paper to give a written statement. At that point, we took a break for 20 minutes and the two detectives came back with a list of questions. 'Discrepancies,' they called them. I retorted with asking where my social worker was since I was a minor and I was being interrogated without a parent or lawyer so I should at least have a child's advocate. The said there was no such rule in Adria, that America was different, but I was in there country during the incident.

I had mentioned Spence smacking me across the face, there was no mark after 12+ hours so they demanded to know if I was exaggerating the events because 'surely if a West Point cadet smacked you in the face there would be a mark.' I told them to let my brother smack them in the face and see how long the mark lasted. They didn't like that answer.

They demanded to now why John Spencer had scratches on his face, shoulders, and back if I had only pushed him to get off. I told them to let someone hold them down while they struggled for their life to get out and didn't remember scratching someone in the heat of the moment.

I was asked so many leading questions and so many assumptions were made.

"Did you ever consent to the assailant touching you before the incident?"

"Did you ever give consent for any reason prior to that night?"

"Were you a virgin?"

"Did you consent and regret it?"

"Are you sure this is the whole truth?"

"Are you sure you didn't say yes?"

"There have been documented lapses in your memory from your last 'incident' are you sure you are not just forgetting giving consent?"

Eventually I exploded. I screamed and yelled at them to leave. I told them everything I knew already and now they were calling me a liar. I told them to take what I'd given them and leave me the hell alone. I was already humiliated enough by what John Spencer had done to me and now I had been left naked for hours while I was made a spectacle and examined for evidence. They didn't believe me. No one ever believed me. They were calling me a liar. I was never going to see the outside of this room again because of the consensus from everyone that I was crazy, that I was a danger to myself and others.


When I woke the next morning, the only thing I remembered before the pinch in my leg that put me to sleep was jumping out of the bed, throwing their notepad and pen at them, throwing a pillow at their camera, and demanding at the top of my lungs that I be left alone.

I was greeted by a nurse who brought medicine that I refused to take. I knew what the poison was. There was no way I would take it voluntarily ever again.

"Take you medicine and you'll get to go home sooner, Ms. Blakely."

"No."

"We both know this isn't your first rodeo, just take the medicine and we won't have to do this the hard way."

"I'm not taking it. Call my grandfather. Call Ms. Chancellor. Hell, even call my dad! He's in a war zone, but he'll come get me! Better yet, call my brother, he'll get me out of here the minute I ask after he found out what kind of torture people like you put me through last time!"

"I'm gonna need some help in here." she called out the door.

Two people came in a man and a woman, both scrubs like the other nurse. They approached and I immediately tried to get away from the man, but the woman grabbed my arm and held me down with all her might until her male colleague was close enough to help. I screamed and cried and fought but it was no use.

I screamed for Jamie and Alexei but the didn't come. I cried for the man to get off of me. I didn't care about the woman she had kind and concerned eyes like my mother had once upon a time when I would break a bone or fall of my bike, but I didn't trust this man. I didn't know him or anything about him. I didn't want him anywhere near me.

Eventually I found myself unable to speak. Everything was burning, my cheeks were wet, but everything just hurt. I couldn't move or fight anymore, the pain was too severe. I couldn't even speak, just cry in silence, unmoving, longing for my mom's magic kisses to make me feel better.