NOTE: From this point on throughout the fanfic, the subject material is VERY graphic, as is the language. You've been warned. R/R!
Chapter 3
Ryan looked over at Theresa, shutting the door to the bedroom. He kneeled down across from her, looking at her.
" Can- can you hand me my jeans?" says Theresa, without looking at him.
Ryan closes his eyes, not even noticing that her pants weren't on. He see's her underwear ripped, and feels like crying himself. He slowly picks up her pants from the side of the bed and hands them to her.
" Thanks." says Theresa, taking them from him.
" Theresa-" says Ryan, softly.
" Don't." says Theresa, quickly.
Ryan doesn't say anything. He just stares at her darkened eyes, wondering how this happend on his watch. He was supposed to be looking out for her. This was his fault.
" Did he-" says Ryan.
Theresa looks up at him, not saying anything.
" What did he do to you, Theresa?" repeats Ryan.
" Nothing, he didn't do anything. Just- just leave, Ryan. Alright? Just get out of here." says Theresa, through tears.
" I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you like this." says Ryan.
" Can you just help me up so I can get dressed?" says Theresa.
Ryan nods, standing up and pulling her up. She holds onto him, stuggling to get to her feet. She sits on the edge of the bed, slipping her jeans on. She just sits there, rubbing the bruises on her wrists from Frankie pinning her down.
" Shit- I don't have a jacket. I- I can't go home like this." says Theresa.
" Theresa- we need to get you to a hospital." says Ryan.
" No! No way in hell. No one can know about this." snaps Theresa, her eyes burning into his.
" Theresa, he hurt you, alright? You and I know enough people that this has happend to. It's better if you get examined in the first 24 hours." says Ryan, crossing his arms over his chest.
" He didn't rape me, Ryan. You got here before he went that far." says Theresa.
Ryan looks at her, not knowing whether to believe her or not.
" I swear. He didn't, ok? Trust me, if I thought there was any chance that he did, I would get checked out. I know what could happen if you don't do anything." says Theresa.
" We could go to the cops." says Ryan, slowly, not believing that he just suggested that.
Theresa lets out a small laugh.
" Is that a joke? If I go home looking like this, my brother's going to do something worse than anything the cops could do to him. And I don't want that on my conscience." says Theresa.
Ryan lowers his head, not saying anything. He knew she was right. He probably knew Aurturo better than Theresa did herself. If he ever found out there was even a chance that this happend to his little sister, he would kill Frankie. Literally.
" I'm serious, Ryan. You know how Aurturo is. He's been in enough trouble with the cops. This can't leave this room." says Theresa.
Ryan runs his hand over his face, letting out a sigh.
" This is my fault, I should have been watching out for you." says Ryan.
" Don't do that. Don't blame yourself for this. I was mad. You were mad. I let it happen." says Theresa.
" You asked to be attacked?" says Ryan.
" Don't say that word to me. I'm not a god damn rape victim, Ryan. Don't treat me like one." snaps Theresa.
" Ok, ok. I'm sorry." says Ryan, sitting next to her seeing her getting more and more emotional.
After a long pause, Theresa looks at the clock on the night stand, seeing that she was already late for curfew.
" I can't go home like this. I can't." says Theresa.
" You can sleep at my place. Trey's working until 4 this morning and my mom's out of town with what's his name." says Ryan.
" Jeff." says Theresa.
" Yeah, Jeff. Whatever." says Ryan, giving her a small smile as he touches her cheek.
Theresa puts her hand on his, closing her eyes.
" I just want to pretend like this night never happend. I don't want to fight with you anymore. I just wanna be with you, Ry." says Theresa, softly.
" I know. I want that too. More than you know." says Ryan, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, stroking her hair.
Ryan takes off his jacket, and helps her put it on. It was big and baggy, and would hide the bruises on her arms.
" Come on, let's get you out of here." says Ryan, taking her hand as they start walking out of the room together.
Ryan puts his arm around her, as Theresa lays her head on his shoulder still feeling groggy. They walk through the crowd, which had thinned out a little.
" Hey, we're taking off. See you guys later." says Ryan, to Eddie and his friends.
" See ya." says Eddie, winking at him as he see's him with Theresa.
Ryan opens the door for Theresa on the passenger's side of his car. She looks at the seat, and then back at him. She quickly puts her arms around him, hugging him probably harder than she had ever hugged anyone in her life.
" I love you." whispers Theresa.
" I know. I love you too. We're gonna make this work, Resa. This is gonna work." says Ryan, stroking the back of her hair.
Theresa nods as the hug breaks, looking down. Ryan pushes her chin up with his index finger, cupping her face in his hand. She gives hima small smile, kissing the side of his hand.
" Come on." says Ryan, as Theresa gets in the car.
Theresa watched as Ryan shut the door and walked to the other side. She really did love him. She always had. Even when she was too young to know what love was..