Hello, guy's, hope you like this chapter. Warning, there is a part of explicit violence and rape scene. If you want to skip that part its the part in brackets.
Kisses
Chapter 9
Ready to go home, Meredith headed to the lift. SHe was tired and she just wanted to go home. The return to work had been much harder than expected. Burke was gone and had left Cristina completely alone. She had avoided Derek the entire day and she felt kind of really bad for having left him without any good reason. He was the right one, she was perfectly aware of that, but maybe, she wasn't meant for him. She was disturbed and she drawing in bad luck. Nevertheless, that didn't hold them from having a great breakup sex ten minutes ago in the on-call room.
The elevators doors opened. A few nurses got out and she gets in. Meredith let her mind wander to Helena. It was good to have her back around. She was a real sunshine. First Meredith had thought that the Shepherd girl would have been angry with her with the whole Derrek story but Helena reacted quite calmly, she tried to understand.
At this point, Meredith couldn't imagine what she went through. Living for months with an abusive boyfriend was something that never ever happened to her. It seems like this hospital was kind of a cemetery for all the broken and desperate souls of Seattle.
The lift stopped on the third floor. Sloan came in.
"Had a bad day?" he asked after a few seconds.
Meredith nodded.
"Are you avoiding Derek?" he continued.
Meredith turned to him.
"What did he tell you?" she asked.
"I don't know if you've noticed but Derek isn't my biggest fan lately," the plastic surgeon chuckled. "You should ask Helena. If there's someone Derek will confide himself in, then her."
The young resident agreed.
"She is piece person," Meredith noticed.
"Yes, she is," Mark said thoughtfully.
When they arrived downstairs, Derek came from the other direction toward them.
"Have one of you seen Helena? We were supposed to meet here 5 minutes ago and she's still not there. And she doesn't answer her phone."
"She mentioned to me that she wanted to gather some of her stuff at her apartment," Meredith said. "She wanted to do it quickly in case her ex-boyfriend came back."
"I think something could have happened to her," Derek sighed pass off his hand on his face.
"Then we should probably go check on her," Mark added.
"Does anybody know where she lives?" the neurosurgeon asked desperately.
"I do," the other man reached out.
The three run to the outside and took Derek's pickup, without really thinking about the tension between them. Helena's life could probably be in danger.
! Explicit violence !
[Helena was standing in front of Ryan speechless.
"Now answer to me, when had you planned to tell me you were back?!" Ryan shouted.
Helena was petrified. Ryan was scary when he had drunk.
"Do you really think you are going to cope that easily?!" he continued.
In a few steps, he had crossed the room and had slammed the door shut. Helena retreated a few steps. She was really scared. He turned back to her.
"Where were you in those months?!" Ryan raged. "I called at your work, they said you quit. How do you think we are gonna keep this flat if you're not working anymore?"
"You didn't understand why I left, didn't you?" Helena yelled. "Do you really think I was coming back to you? After everything, you did to me? We are not together anymore Ryan, I stopped to love you a year ago, you know!"
She took the few steps that were parting her from the exit.
"What are you thinking you little slut?! Do you really think I'm gonna let you go like this?!" Ryan said grabbing her arm tightly and pulling her back violently. His grab around her wrist was very tight.
"Let me go!" she said with a strong voice trying to pull away.
But he pulled her even closer to him, squeezing his arms around her waist.
"Really, you're hurting me," Helena wailed furiously moving around.
"You know, you're exciting me when you struggle," he whispered in her ear making his grasp around her even tighter.
She desperately tried to get away when he started to kiss her.
"Ryan, really let me go," she implored.
"Oh, you don't to have fun with me?" he said, "That's too bad because I want to have fun with you."
He shoved her violently to the ground. On all four she tried to leak but without success. Helena soon finds herself trapped between the couch and a very angry Ryan. There was something in his eyes that frighten her.
"Ryan, I beg you, stop," Helena said weakly as he slid his hand under her pullover.
She was desperately flapping around when he let his hands wander over her body. In a quick gesture, he grabbed her top at the collar and slowly ripped it off to the bottom. Helena hopelessly tried to hide her bust but Ryan somehow manages to grab her arms and to tied them clumsily together with his belt, exposing, by the way, her nearly naked skin. The black-haired girl began to fear how far the man would dare it. He was now lying atop of her with a mean smile painted on his face.
"Do you know how hot you look right now?" he asked with an evil look.
He leans to her to kiss her but she turned her face away. He let his lips wander over her cheek down her neck to her collarbone and her breast.
"HELP! Can somebody hear me ?! PLEASE HELP ME!" Helena screamed.
Ryan puts his hand over her mouth hushing up her shouts.
"Nobody will hear you, sweetie," he whispered in her ear.
He continued wandering down his lips to her stomach, playing with his tongue, biting in her pale skin, making her let out muffled screams. He was about to open her pants when she finally reached his balls with her knee. Ryan falls back and in that time, Helena manages to get up and tried to escape. But the man comes around quickly and grabbed her feet, making her fall and violently hit the head on the hard floor. There was a loud snap and the Shepherd girl immediately felt lots of blood dripping from her nose. She somehow managed to get up quickly and she runs into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Exhausted, she let herself fall against the door, breathing loudly, tears dripping from her eyes. Ryan was furiously hitting the door.
"You can stay in here forever Helena!" he shouted.
But Helena wasn't listening.
"Come out immediately or I break that damn door!" he screamed hitting with his fists on the door.]
! End of explicit violence !
When they arrived at the bottom of Helena's building, Meredith, Derek, and Mark quickly left the car. They nearly run to the door and they met an old lady at the entrance, probably the housekeeper.
"Who are you?" she asked slightly scared of the three unknown people.
"I'm Derek Shepherd," he said. "Helena's brother."
"Where is her flat?" Mark asked. "Quickly!"
"Seventh floor, the door at the right," the poor lady said. "But…"
But before she could say anything, the three had disappeared in the staircase. On the landing of the seventh floor, they stood still. The door to the right apartment was wide open. They had a good view of the messy living room. Mark entered first.
"Helena?" he asked loudly.
No answer.
"Look," Meredith suddenly said.
The two mans turned to her. She was holding up a piece of cloth.
"Isn't that the shirt she was wearing today?" she asked unsurely.
Derek grabs the shirt and lets himself fall on the couch with tears in his eyes.
"Oh my god Helena, my little sister," he sobbed.
"Shut up Derek!" Mark shouted. "Can you stop acting like a child one minute and help located your sister."
Derek stood up.
"Don't tell me what I have to do!"
Mark was ready to respond but Meredith interrupted.
"Shut up! Both of you! Listen."
They could now hear the sound of falling water.
"It's coming from there," Mer said pointing on the door of the bathroom.
The three walked over to the door. It was locked.
"Helena are you in there?" Mark asked knocking on the door.
No answer.
"Helena, it's Derek," her brother tried.
Still no response.
Mark threw himself against the door to open it. After the fifth try, the plank of wood jumped open. Helena was sitting shirtless but still dressed in the streaming shower. She had her head hidden between her knees. There was blood around her.
"Helena, are you ok?" Meredith asked.
Helena slowly puts up her head. She had a big cut on her nose and it was probably broken.
"I'm gonna call the hospital," the girl said.
"I'll call the police," Derek said, relieved that his sister was alive.
Mark was left alone with Helena. Slowly he took up his leather jacket and his shoes and he slid next to her under the streaming water. Immediately, she hides her face in his arms. Mark could feel her small body shaken by sobs. He didn't say anything, he let her cry, just wrapping his arms firmly around her.
About twenty minutes later the cops had taken everybody's deposition and Helena was sitting at the back of the ambulance, wrapped in a warm blanket. Derek had loaded her stuff in his car. Mark had helped the paramedics fixing her nose. It would slowly grow back together with the time. Meredith had offered to them to stay at hers for the night, considering that neither Derek or Helena was in the shape to drive back to the trolley.
In the car, Helena falls asleep in the backseat. At Meredith's, Mark carried her to the room the girl indicates him.
"It was George's previous room," she said to explain the poor decoration. "But it would become her room when she will move here."
Mark laid the Shepherd girl carefully on the bed.
"There is a couch downstairs if you want to stay," Grey said. "Or maybe you want to stay with her?"
The plastic surgeon nodded. Meredith was about to leave when he suddenly spoke:
"Thank you, Grey," he said.
Meredith smiled slightly before closing the door. Mark turned back to the girl next to him. She absolutely didn't deserve that. She was a good person and she deserved to be treated the same. This guy, Ryan he didn't deserve her. Helena had always been and will always be his little princess. She deserved a nice prince.
He shook his head, he was becoming ridiculous. He once again looked at the sleeping beauty in the sheets. Her bruised nose stick out on her pale face. She seemed really tired. She had big shadows under her eyes like she hadn't slept for months.
After all, that doesn't change the fact that she was beautiful him. Her short dark locks fall over her pretty face. He remembers he once had a big crush on her when he was temporarily living at the Shepherd's when he was younger. With her strong character and her unladylike behavior, she never fit quite well in the Shepherd girl role. To her sisters, she was just an immature little girl but to him, she was the most interesting woman he ever met. And he had to admit that this long-repressed feeling was about to resurface.
Derek was lying on the couch, trying to find some sleep. He was thinking about the happenings of the evening. How could something that horrible happen to Helena? She certainly didn't deserve that. She was his little baby sister, she was sweet and kind, she merited to be happy with somebody who takes care of her, somebody who truly loves her. Not that disgusting son of a bitch. How could he only dare lay a hand on a girl like Helena? He deserved to die. Basically, Derek was against the death penalty. He was just the opinion that some crimes required important penalties.
The sound of somebody walking down the stairs made him stop his thoughts. Meredith appeared at the foot of the staircase.
"How is she?" he asked sitting up.
"She's still sleeping," the woman answered crossing the room to let herself fall next to him. "Mark is staying with her."
"Good," the surgeon said leaning against the couch back.
"It's my fault," Meredith sighed deeply. "I should have escorted her."
Derek turned to the woman next to him.
"No, it's not, if you had been there, he probably would have hurt you too."
"But at least, I would have called some help and he wouldn't have done to her whatever he had done," Meredith said with tears in her eyes.
Derek put his arms around the woman.
"Don't blame yourself for that Meredith," he comforts her. "There is only one responsible person and it's certainly not you."
Meredith slowly parted from him.
"Thank you, Derek," she said with a quiet voice and a slight smile.
He leaned forward to kiss her.
