Stephanie was at home with a drink in her. She already finished a bottle of vodka and was still drinking. She grabbed a bottle of whiskey and noticed it was all finished.
"Dam it!" Stephanie yelled.
She got up but tripped over the table.
"Whoa! Oopsy-daisy." Stephanie said incoherently.
Stephanie got back up but again lost her balance and fell down. She got back up and stood against the wall.
"I need another drink… but the fuck do I keep falling!?" Stephanie screamed.
Stephanie began to cry and the doorbell rang.
"Hold on!" Stephanie called out.
She tried to go to the door but again, all she did was fall down or almost lose her balance. After about 15 minutes, she finally made it to the door and opened it.
"You stupid little slut! You fuckin told Randy about what happened that night!?" John exclaimed as he entered her home.
Stephanie was now aware of what was happening and didn't seem as drunk as she was a while ago.
"John!" Stephanie replied with her eyes wide open and looking scared.
"Didn't I tell you not to tell a damn soul!?" John warned her.
"But I didn't!" Stephanie said.
John grabbed her arm and pushed her. Stephanie fell and began to cry on the floor. John picked up a crystal vase and threw it across the room.
"God, John, please stop!" Stephanie pleaded as she was still crying.
"Just like how I shattered that vase, that's what I'll do to you right now!" John replied. He grabbed her by the arm again and picked her and slammed her against the wall and pinned her to the wall.
"Stop! John please stop!" Stephanie said as she struggled to get away from him.
John tossed her across the room and Stephanie hit her head on the leg of one of the tables. Stephanie groaned and held her head but it didn't worry John. He just walked right over to her and pinned her down to the floor just in time because Stephanie was trying to get up and make an escape.
"Where you are you going, huh?" John asked evilly.
Someone grabbed John from behind and pulled him away from Stephanie. He picked up John and slammed him on the floor.
"You son of a bitch! I'll fuckin kill you!" Randy yelled at John as he began to punch over and over again across the face.
John pushed him away and ran to punch Randy but Randy kicked him and slammed his head against the wall. John was knocked out and turned around to see a startled and shaken Stephanie in the corner. He walked over to Stephanie and helped her up.
"Come on, let's get out of here." Randy replied.
"Where are we going?" Stephanie asked.
"Somewhere safe. Now come on before he walks up." Randy said.
The two left the house and got in Randy's car and drove off.
"Where are we going?" Stephanie asked as calmly as she could.
"To the police." Randy answered.
"No!" Stephanie said right away.
"What!? Steph, I just saw what he did to you! You have to tell the police!" Randy said.
"I said no!" Stephanie said.
"Steph, you have to or else he'll do this again." Randy explained.
"I don't care!" Stephanie said breaking down into tears.
Randy couldn't believe what she just said.
"He's right. I am a slut…" Stephanie started.
"No, you're not. He forced himself on you. That makes you a victim of rape." Randy explained.
"Randy, you will understand how it feels to be a victim of rape. You're not the same person anymore. Your constantly scared and paranoid… you lose your self-respect…" Stephanie said.
"I may not know how it feels to be a victim of rape, but I want to help you." Randy said.
"How?" Stephanie asked.
"Let me be there to protect you, to talk to you. Steph if you won't ask the police for help… then at least ask me to help you. Steph, I want to help you." Randy said.
"It's so hard to trust anyone now." Stephanie said as she was crying.
"I can understand that. You and John have been friends for quite a while now and for him to do something like this is unimaginable." Randy said interrupting her.
"How can I be sure you won't do the same?" Stephanie asked him.
"John had a secret and a problem… and he didn't you to tell anyone when you found out." Randy explained.
Stephanie began to cry and Randy parked his car someplace.
"Hey, don't cry. You can always turn to me. If you ever need help… I'll be right there by your side." Randy said.
"If only it could be that easy." Stephanie said as she was crying.
Randy felt so guilty for not helping her when she got raped. He felt as though he failed to be the friend and companion. All he could do now was try to help her as much as he could before something terrible happens again.
"Shh. It is easy… it is." Randy said and hugged her.
"What about… John? He's at my home…" Stephanie remembered.
"Just stay with me for the next couple of hours. Then we'll go back and see if John is still there." Randy replied.
Stephanie thought it was a good idea. She sat back in her seat and Randy drove off. The two arrived at his house not too long and Randy gave her something to drink to calm her down.
"I haven't drank water in weeks." Stephanie said after sipping the crisp clear sweet water.
"You've been drinking?" Randy asked.
Stephanie tried to avoid the question but Randy sat down next to her and asked her again. Stephanie nodded and looked away.
"Steph, you can't drink and pretend that it'll all be all right. You know the drinking will make it worse." Randy said.
"To me… drinking is a way to escape reality… and it helps." Stephanie said.
"How much do you drink?" Randy asked.
"An entire bottle… maybe even two or three depending on how I feel." Stephanie said.
"Steph, what the hell are you doing? You're gonna kill yourself if you drink that much every day." Randy explained.
"Well then that's better than living a nightmare everyday, Randy!" Stephanie said.
"Look, that's not what I meant. I mean… you can't drink every time you feel you're in danger. It'll make you worse. I saw those empty bottles on your table and I saw John pin you down on the floor. If I didn't come in time, he would have done something worse to you than just raping you… and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it because you were too drunk." Randy said.
Stephanie realized that Randy was right and looked down as if she was ashamed of doing such a thing.
"Hey… I'm just here to help. If you ever feel as if something isn't right… call me. Don't pick up that glass because eventually, something will happen to you and I won't be able to help." Randy said.
He hugged her and the two stayed together in the house for several hours comforting each other.