Okay you guys caught a mistake that I made. Instead of writing "he" I wrote "Flint".
Thanks for pointing this out. This chapter is now mistake free. And confusing. Just
think of the Comedy of Errors. If you've ever seen that play, that is. Otherwise just
be confused and wait for my next chapter.
Grahm-Cracker-Gal: It actually makes sense for Katie to have muggle things and make
references to them because SHE=S MUGGLE BORN!!! If I moved to England (Heaven
help me) I would definitely keep my wonderful American things and culture and make
references to them because they=ve been a big part of my life. Plus I=d need
something to comfort me from the insanity of England, which I learned is very insane
on my recent vacation there.
George=s Gurl: read and find out.
Rinky-dinks: Distraught... Very nice. That=s a two point vocab word.
Cookielover87: "If you can't annoy somebody there's little point in writing." The point
of the chapter was to piss you all off. And I did… he he he (evil laughter ensues)
Reviewers in general: You guys all assumed the worse. Shame on you bunch of
pessimists.
I love reviewers. But, sadly, no flames. Please if you hate this story flame it.
Constructive criticism is fun (unless it=s from Ruth). Plus... angry people are fun to
laugh at.
Anyway... carrying on:
Chapter Eleven: Crazy Mo' Fo'
I was right… I looked horrible. I groaned when I saw myself in the mirror in our
bathroom. My face was unrecognizable shades of purple, black and blue. I was sore
all over and just wanted to sleep but my mind was racing. What had happened after I
had passed out? Flint was nasty, and an idiot and the biggest ass I had ever meant but
he wouldn't have… raped me, right?
I was in a nervous sweat by this time. I couldn't have lost my virginity to Flint,
right? It's not like I treasured it as some precious flower or anything. But to lose it to
Flint? That was down right disgusting.
I knelt down in front of the toilet, coughing and trying not to throw up. The
events of that afternoon were sick and disgusting, but that last thought was what
almost threw me over the edge. I tried to retrace what happened, from the point I
found Flint to the time Snape found me. Nothing seemed to change and the
possibility that my worst fears were true seemed to be confirmed with each passing
second.
Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. "Katie?" I heard Alicia say in a hushed,
concerned voice, "You in there?"
I really didn't want to talk to anyone but I knew that any attempts to ignore
Alicia would be fruitless. "Yeah." I moaned.
"Come on, let me in. We need to talk."
"Nope." I refused, sounding exhausted. I slumped against the door and reached
up and locked it. "I'm not coming out again… ever."
"Stop being melodramatic." Alicia said, exasperated. I could almost hear her
rolling her eyes.
"Your eyes are going to get stuck back there." I informed her.
"What?"
"Never mind."
"Come, on Kate, tell me what happened. Oliver is up in his room throwing a
nasty tantrum. Fred, George and Lee are talking about spending the night in the
common room. Well, Lee will probably be able to find SOMEONE'S bed to sleep in, but
you know what I mean. What happened between the two of you? All we can hear is
him yelling something about Quidditch, bloody lying git, and killing some mother
fucking bitch."
I sighed. Where was I supposed to start? The beginning, I suppose. "After I left
the common room I ran into McGonagall. She said she needed to talk to me so I
followed her to her office. There she told me that I had been accused of sleeping
with Oliver to get a spot on the Quidditch team." I heard Alicia gasp on the other side
of the door. I couldn't believe how calm I felt saying all of this. It was like everything
had happened to someone else. In a way, it did feel like it had all happened to
someone else.
"Kate, that's terrible. What are you going to do?"
I ignored her and continued. "McGonagall said that Oliver and I were both
suspended from the team while they took some time to sort it all out." Alicia gasped
again. Where her lungs going to be able to hold all that air? "I went to go find him
and when I met up with him I started yelling. He came after me and hit me a couple
of times. Then I passed out."
This is where things started to get difficult. I coughed, trying to hide the fact I
was choking back tears. Must be strong, must be strong, must be... oh, damn it. The
tears started streaming freely down my face. "When I woke up my shirt was
unbuttoned and my pants were pulled down. Snape was standing over me grinning
evilly. I don't know what happened."
Without even realizing it I had stood up and was opening the door. Alicia was
giving me a huge (and painful) hug before I had a chance to say, "I don't know what do.
I just don't know what to do." I was crying openly now and it felt weird but good. I
realized that Alicia was shedding her own tears on my behalf and it was nice to know
how much my friend cared.
After what seemed like ten minutes of silent hugging and crying we broke
apart. Alicia looked at me for the first time… and once again, gasped. "Kate, you
look…" she grasped for a better word but settled back on, "Horrible."
I nodded, weakly, my neck hurting from when I had fallen to the ground. I laid
down on my bed, which was much more comfortable then the bathroom floor. My
eyelids instinctively closed as I breathed in the familiar scent of lilacs from my
pillowcases.
"Kate, we need to get you up to Madam Pomfrey's. She probably has a good
cream to reduce you bruises."
"No way, she'll make a bigger deal about it then it already is." I protested.
"But if he raped you…" Alicia began.
If Flint raped me. He raped me. He RAPED me. I had been raped. The words
kept rolling around in my head, echoing loudly. It couldn't be true. It just couldn't be
true.
"I shouldn't have provoked him. I knew I shouldn't get together with Oliver, I
knew it would only cause problems. He warned me that this might happen. I'm such
an idiot. Why didn't I just do what he wanted me to?" I was muttering to myself,
barely audible to Alicia.
"Wait a second." She cried, cutting short my ramblings. "When Snape came did
you still have your knickers on?"
I thought back. "Yeah!" I exclaimed, my eyes lighting up. "I did. That means
he didn't do it! He must have heard Snape coming and snuck away." I was so elated
by this revelation I tried to jump out of bed. My head throbbed by the sudden change
and I immediately collapsed back into it.
"You okay?" Alicia asked, concerned.
"Yeah, just a bit of a headache." I said, sarcastically. "I think I'm going to try to
catch a little sleep. PLEASE don't go to Pomfrey with this. I don't want to cause
anymore trouble, k?"
Alicia nodded reluctantly. I was asleep before she was out the door.
~~~~~
"I'm going to kill that crazy mo' fo', I'm going to kick his ass." Alicia muttered
angrily as she stalked down the stairs. "I can't believe he would do that to Katie. He
told us he really loved her. Lying SOB." Alicia had the tendency to get very profane
when she was angry. And she was VERY angry.
Upon arriving in the common room she called over to the twins. "Oiy, Fred,
George, get the hell over here." Recognizing Alicia's angry voice they came over
immediately, glaring at each other.
"We didn't do it, honest." Fred said.
"It must have been someone else, we promise." George continued, looking like a
little boy who knew he had done something wrong but was trying to deny it.
Alicia waved a hand in the air. "I know you guys didn't do anything. It's Oliver…"
And in hushed voices she explained what had happened.
"That crazy mo' fo'." Fred said, through clenched teeth.
"I never thought he would be capable… of that! What are we going to do?"
George asked, tightening and untightening his hands into fists.
"Well, you guys have to figure something out. I've got to get to Pomfrey's and
get some sort of cream for Katie. I have a friend to look after." Alicia said.
"We'll think of something." George said, reassuringly.
Alicia turned and left the room, leaving the Weasly brothers planning
something. Usually this filled her with a sense of dread, now, just a cruel satisfaction.
If Oliver could do that to her best friend he deserved whatever the Weasly twins threw
at him… and more.
"Crazy mo' fo'." She muttered under her breath once again.
~~~~~
I awoke the next morning to see Alicia beside me. "Finally up, Sleeping
Beauty." She joked.
"Yeah, Beauty." I muttered sarcastically. I noticed that Alicia was holding a
bottle, and it looked like a potion of some sort. "Alicia, you promised." I moaned.
"I know. I told Pomfrey that you had gotten hit with a bludger in practice and
just needed something to help with the swelling. So here you go." She explained,
handing me the bottle.
"Thanks." I headed to the bathroom. Once inside I applied the lotion. It sent
cool shivers down my back but I could actually see the bruises reduce. My skin started
to return to its normal color, only a bit tanner. "I should get beat up more often." I
thought, jokingly, looking at my coffee-and-cream colored skin. "Thanks." I shouted to
Alicia through the door.
"Your welcome. Now come on, let's go to breakfast."
I hesitated. Breakfast meant facing Flint, the Quidditch team and… Oliver.
"You can't hide in there forever." Alicia said, reading my thoughts. "Besides, the twins
took care of your main problem."
I was a bit frightened by how exactly the twins had taken care of my main
problem (Flint). But whatever they did, he deserved. "Okay, I'm coming."
Sorry that took so long. I was on vacation and then I encountered this little thing
called Writer's Block… I'm sure you've heard of it. Things may get interesting in the
next chapter… maybe. Who knows???
Thanks for pointing this out. This chapter is now mistake free. And confusing. Just
think of the Comedy of Errors. If you've ever seen that play, that is. Otherwise just
be confused and wait for my next chapter.
Grahm-Cracker-Gal: It actually makes sense for Katie to have muggle things and make
references to them because SHE=S MUGGLE BORN!!! If I moved to England (Heaven
help me) I would definitely keep my wonderful American things and culture and make
references to them because they=ve been a big part of my life. Plus I=d need
something to comfort me from the insanity of England, which I learned is very insane
on my recent vacation there.
George=s Gurl: read and find out.
Rinky-dinks: Distraught... Very nice. That=s a two point vocab word.
Cookielover87: "If you can't annoy somebody there's little point in writing." The point
of the chapter was to piss you all off. And I did… he he he (evil laughter ensues)
Reviewers in general: You guys all assumed the worse. Shame on you bunch of
pessimists.
I love reviewers. But, sadly, no flames. Please if you hate this story flame it.
Constructive criticism is fun (unless it=s from Ruth). Plus... angry people are fun to
laugh at.
Anyway... carrying on:
Chapter Eleven: Crazy Mo' Fo'
I was right… I looked horrible. I groaned when I saw myself in the mirror in our
bathroom. My face was unrecognizable shades of purple, black and blue. I was sore
all over and just wanted to sleep but my mind was racing. What had happened after I
had passed out? Flint was nasty, and an idiot and the biggest ass I had ever meant but
he wouldn't have… raped me, right?
I was in a nervous sweat by this time. I couldn't have lost my virginity to Flint,
right? It's not like I treasured it as some precious flower or anything. But to lose it to
Flint? That was down right disgusting.
I knelt down in front of the toilet, coughing and trying not to throw up. The
events of that afternoon were sick and disgusting, but that last thought was what
almost threw me over the edge. I tried to retrace what happened, from the point I
found Flint to the time Snape found me. Nothing seemed to change and the
possibility that my worst fears were true seemed to be confirmed with each passing
second.
Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. "Katie?" I heard Alicia say in a hushed,
concerned voice, "You in there?"
I really didn't want to talk to anyone but I knew that any attempts to ignore
Alicia would be fruitless. "Yeah." I moaned.
"Come on, let me in. We need to talk."
"Nope." I refused, sounding exhausted. I slumped against the door and reached
up and locked it. "I'm not coming out again… ever."
"Stop being melodramatic." Alicia said, exasperated. I could almost hear her
rolling her eyes.
"Your eyes are going to get stuck back there." I informed her.
"What?"
"Never mind."
"Come, on Kate, tell me what happened. Oliver is up in his room throwing a
nasty tantrum. Fred, George and Lee are talking about spending the night in the
common room. Well, Lee will probably be able to find SOMEONE'S bed to sleep in, but
you know what I mean. What happened between the two of you? All we can hear is
him yelling something about Quidditch, bloody lying git, and killing some mother
fucking bitch."
I sighed. Where was I supposed to start? The beginning, I suppose. "After I left
the common room I ran into McGonagall. She said she needed to talk to me so I
followed her to her office. There she told me that I had been accused of sleeping
with Oliver to get a spot on the Quidditch team." I heard Alicia gasp on the other side
of the door. I couldn't believe how calm I felt saying all of this. It was like everything
had happened to someone else. In a way, it did feel like it had all happened to
someone else.
"Kate, that's terrible. What are you going to do?"
I ignored her and continued. "McGonagall said that Oliver and I were both
suspended from the team while they took some time to sort it all out." Alicia gasped
again. Where her lungs going to be able to hold all that air? "I went to go find him
and when I met up with him I started yelling. He came after me and hit me a couple
of times. Then I passed out."
This is where things started to get difficult. I coughed, trying to hide the fact I
was choking back tears. Must be strong, must be strong, must be... oh, damn it. The
tears started streaming freely down my face. "When I woke up my shirt was
unbuttoned and my pants were pulled down. Snape was standing over me grinning
evilly. I don't know what happened."
Without even realizing it I had stood up and was opening the door. Alicia was
giving me a huge (and painful) hug before I had a chance to say, "I don't know what do.
I just don't know what to do." I was crying openly now and it felt weird but good. I
realized that Alicia was shedding her own tears on my behalf and it was nice to know
how much my friend cared.
After what seemed like ten minutes of silent hugging and crying we broke
apart. Alicia looked at me for the first time… and once again, gasped. "Kate, you
look…" she grasped for a better word but settled back on, "Horrible."
I nodded, weakly, my neck hurting from when I had fallen to the ground. I laid
down on my bed, which was much more comfortable then the bathroom floor. My
eyelids instinctively closed as I breathed in the familiar scent of lilacs from my
pillowcases.
"Kate, we need to get you up to Madam Pomfrey's. She probably has a good
cream to reduce you bruises."
"No way, she'll make a bigger deal about it then it already is." I protested.
"But if he raped you…" Alicia began.
If Flint raped me. He raped me. He RAPED me. I had been raped. The words
kept rolling around in my head, echoing loudly. It couldn't be true. It just couldn't be
true.
"I shouldn't have provoked him. I knew I shouldn't get together with Oliver, I
knew it would only cause problems. He warned me that this might happen. I'm such
an idiot. Why didn't I just do what he wanted me to?" I was muttering to myself,
barely audible to Alicia.
"Wait a second." She cried, cutting short my ramblings. "When Snape came did
you still have your knickers on?"
I thought back. "Yeah!" I exclaimed, my eyes lighting up. "I did. That means
he didn't do it! He must have heard Snape coming and snuck away." I was so elated
by this revelation I tried to jump out of bed. My head throbbed by the sudden change
and I immediately collapsed back into it.
"You okay?" Alicia asked, concerned.
"Yeah, just a bit of a headache." I said, sarcastically. "I think I'm going to try to
catch a little sleep. PLEASE don't go to Pomfrey with this. I don't want to cause
anymore trouble, k?"
Alicia nodded reluctantly. I was asleep before she was out the door.
~~~~~
"I'm going to kill that crazy mo' fo', I'm going to kick his ass." Alicia muttered
angrily as she stalked down the stairs. "I can't believe he would do that to Katie. He
told us he really loved her. Lying SOB." Alicia had the tendency to get very profane
when she was angry. And she was VERY angry.
Upon arriving in the common room she called over to the twins. "Oiy, Fred,
George, get the hell over here." Recognizing Alicia's angry voice they came over
immediately, glaring at each other.
"We didn't do it, honest." Fred said.
"It must have been someone else, we promise." George continued, looking like a
little boy who knew he had done something wrong but was trying to deny it.
Alicia waved a hand in the air. "I know you guys didn't do anything. It's Oliver…"
And in hushed voices she explained what had happened.
"That crazy mo' fo'." Fred said, through clenched teeth.
"I never thought he would be capable… of that! What are we going to do?"
George asked, tightening and untightening his hands into fists.
"Well, you guys have to figure something out. I've got to get to Pomfrey's and
get some sort of cream for Katie. I have a friend to look after." Alicia said.
"We'll think of something." George said, reassuringly.
Alicia turned and left the room, leaving the Weasly brothers planning
something. Usually this filled her with a sense of dread, now, just a cruel satisfaction.
If Oliver could do that to her best friend he deserved whatever the Weasly twins threw
at him… and more.
"Crazy mo' fo'." She muttered under her breath once again.
~~~~~
I awoke the next morning to see Alicia beside me. "Finally up, Sleeping
Beauty." She joked.
"Yeah, Beauty." I muttered sarcastically. I noticed that Alicia was holding a
bottle, and it looked like a potion of some sort. "Alicia, you promised." I moaned.
"I know. I told Pomfrey that you had gotten hit with a bludger in practice and
just needed something to help with the swelling. So here you go." She explained,
handing me the bottle.
"Thanks." I headed to the bathroom. Once inside I applied the lotion. It sent
cool shivers down my back but I could actually see the bruises reduce. My skin started
to return to its normal color, only a bit tanner. "I should get beat up more often." I
thought, jokingly, looking at my coffee-and-cream colored skin. "Thanks." I shouted to
Alicia through the door.
"Your welcome. Now come on, let's go to breakfast."
I hesitated. Breakfast meant facing Flint, the Quidditch team and… Oliver.
"You can't hide in there forever." Alicia said, reading my thoughts. "Besides, the twins
took care of your main problem."
I was a bit frightened by how exactly the twins had taken care of my main
problem (Flint). But whatever they did, he deserved. "Okay, I'm coming."
Sorry that took so long. I was on vacation and then I encountered this little thing
called Writer's Block… I'm sure you've heard of it. Things may get interesting in the
next chapter… maybe. Who knows???
