A/N: I'm sooo sorry for the lack of updates! Things have been kind of crazy in my life, and I haven't been doing a lot of writing. But I felt bad so I typed this out really quick tonight… I know it's not much, but at least it's something. At least I got the ball rolling again, right? The next chapter will be from Mark's point of view… Reviews would be appreciated. And, hey, maybe they'd persuade me to write faster? ;) j/k
Roger:
"Mark…"
"Jesus Roger, what the hell happened to you?"
"Steve…"
"Steve? Who's Steve? Roger, what is going on?"
I open my mouth to speak, to fill Mark in on what's been going on while I've been away, to tell him the crime that has been committed against me… But I can feel the blood rushing up from my stomach, and words escape me. My hands begin to tremble at my sides, the appendages quaking with fear and anger and horror and a million other unidentifiable emotions rushing through me.
Shit. Shit shit shit, I need smack. NOW. Oh God, oh God, how can I even begin to process everything that's happened this afternoon? It's not like I've never slept with Steve before, but… But we always used protection before, and… And, oh God, I was always willing before…
"Roger? ROGER!"
Lifting my head slowly, I blink at the two blurred figures of Mark standing before me.
"Yeah," I mumble, sick to my stomach.
"Roger…" His voice trails off, and I can only imagine the questions that must be flitting through his mind at present. After a deep breath he takes hold of my hands – very tenderly, I notice – and leads me to the bathroom where he washes the blood off my battered and bruised body.
But a washcloth cannot cleanse the soul. Soap cannot wash away the deed that has been done. I was…raped…and there's no going back. No turning back the clock an hour, a week, 6 months, to the time this all began. There's only the future ahead of me, and to be honest… the future scares the shit out of me.