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Chapter 2
The room, I was taken to, was meant to feel comfortable, safe even. But it didn't make me feel either of those things. It made me feel uptight, scared and confused. I didn't want to be there, why I'd let them talk me into this I would never know. 'he needs to be found', they had said. 'You can't just ignore this', they had told me. What did they know? They didn't know anything about the way I was feeling.
All I wanted was to go home and be left alone. I wanted to take a shower and try to get rid of this dirt that covered me. I wanted to try to forget everything, get on with my life. But I wouldn't be able to forget, it was burnt into my memory, preventing me from having my life back. I'd be continually looking over my shoulder, my brain working against me, making me think someone was following me.
Maybe if I got on a plane and headed home, to my family and loved ones, maybe then I could forget. No-one there would know what happened to me, they'd treat me the same as they always had. But then I'd always know, it would haunt me forever, taunting me at every chance it got. Why would running away solve anything? And the thing is, I wouldn't just be running away from my problems, I'd also be running away from 12 people who had come to be more than just friends, they too were my family.
"Hey there"! The door opened slowly, revealing, a young female police officer, or maybe she was a doctor. I couldn't tell, she was dressed in casual clothes. "I'm Theresa West. I'm a police doctor, I work solely for the police, and I promise you, nothing you say to me, will go further, if you don't want it to". She seemed nice, but my trust had been ripped away, and I watched her cautiously. "I know you must be going through a turmoil of feelings right now, so I'm going to try and make this as quick and painless as possible ok"?
"What have I gotta do"? I asked gently, refraining from sharing eye contact with her.
"Ok, firstly, I've got to get another officer in here as a witness, then you'll need to go behind the screen, stand on the sheet of paper, and in your own time, remove all you clothing and jewelry, placing them on the other pieces of paper. You'll find some scrubs in there and if you could put those on". She told me gently, and I nodded mutely along.
The other officer came in, and I stood, heading behind the screen and doing exactly what she'd asked of me. I didn't feel as though I was in complete control of myself, I was just blanking everything out, trying anything to take my mind away from exactly what I was doing. When I had finished undressing, I slipped the scrubs on, before stepping back out. The doctor smiled encouragingly at me, but it didn't mean a thing to me.
"You're clothes are going down to the lab where they'll be examined by forensics for finger prints, and semen". She informed me.
In the following few seconds, I felt the breath being taken from my lungs, my throat was closing in, and bile rising steadily in my throat. I felt sick, the sudden realization hitting me in full force. I felt even more dirty now, and I absently began scratching at my arms, scratching at a non existent itch.
"I know this is really hard, but the next step, is a physical examination. We can take it as slow or fast as you want, and we won't do anything without you being ok with it. But we really need to do this".
A, a physical examination. I suppose I had known all along, that I would need one, but the idea seemed very real, this woman, was a complete stranger, much like my attacker had been. Even though they both had very different motives, the fact still remained, she was going to be prodding and probing, at me. More than likely bringing the pain back, the flashbacks. I knew it had to be done, and I nodded gently, tears forming in my eyes, fear striking me, so much harder than my pain.
What struck me as odd, was the fear I held of these two women. I had come up against people, guys mainly, twice her size, in the Junior Goodwill Games, especially so when we played the Iceland team, then again at Eden Hall. Yet, I was scared of two women who were trying to help me. Why? I gulped, as though I was trying to swallow my fear, trying to rid of the dryness in my throat, before nodding for her to continue
She slowly explained, the first part of the examination, was all external. Bruises and cuts for example, anything that could be related. I hated every second of this, her looking at my body, noting down anything she found. I think I must have cried throughout, feeling more ashamed of myself than I had ever done my whole life.
Next came the internal. The easiest bit of this, was having swabs taken from inside my mouth. The small sponge running softly around my mouth. It was still an experience I never wanted to live again, but it was one, that had been the easiest.
"Before I carry on, I need to ask a few questions ok"? I nodded, a slight confusion hitting me. "Before last night, have you been involved in any sexual intercourse with a boyfriend, and if so how long ago was it"?
This hit me like a bomb. I felt as though she was looking at me critically. I was scared if I told her, she'd think I was a slut of some kind. But I also knew she needed to know, and she wouldn't care when it was.
"Um, about um, 6 maybe 7 days ago". I answered truthfully.
"And when was your last period"? She noted everything down.
"I um, I finished 2 days ago".
"And do you take birth control pills, or do you use something else". As embarrassing as these questions maybe, they had suddenly taken a very serious turn.
"I take the pill, but we um, we also use condoms". I admitted. Well no-one could say we weren't careful.
"This is the last question I promise. How long have you been taking the pill for"?
"About 5 years. I used to suffer with bad periods". I told her, not wanting to make it sound as though I'd been at it for years.
"That's great. Now if you could just take your pants off and lay on the bed for me. This may hurt a little, but you're doing brilliantly. This is the last bit of examination we need ok"?
I felt uncomfortable doing this, but there was a little voice, that kept reminding me, I'd got this far, there was no-way I was quitting now. I winced and cried as she carried out her examination, feeling the most humiliated I had ever been. She talked gently to me throughout, telling me I was doing great, and before I knew it, she was telling me I could redress.
After dressing, I stepped cautiously out from behind the screen. The doctor was sat down, the other officer sat beside her. She gestured for me to take a seat opposite her. I eyed her carefully before seating myself. I felt their eyes upon me, waiting patiently, for me to make myself comfortable. Comfortable? That wasn't a word I even recognized now. It was something I doubted very much, I'd ever feel again.
"Ok. I know you must be fed up, and just wanting this over and done, but this is the last part I promise".
Though she had been incredibly nice about everything, I was getting increasingly tired of hearing the words 'I know' and 'I promise'. She didn't know anything about how I was feeling, or what I was going through, and as for her 'promises', that word meant nothing to me anymore.
She gave me a few seconds to let everything sink in before leaning forward slightly in her seat. She was obviously awaiting my go ahead. I nodded simply, unable to find my voice, knowing exactly what the next step would be. To be honest, I felt like this would be the worst part of all, having to re-tell everything, explain everything.
"Right, in your own time, at your own pace, tell us, exactly what happened"? She asked steadily.
"I um, I was working last night. I work at the café Moondance. I work there with my friend. Normally we work the same shifts, but she'd booked the night off so, she could go to this party they were having in a neighboring dorm. I tried booking the night off, but I wasn't able to. I told the ducks, that after I'd finished"…
"The ducks"? Theresa asked.
"Oh, they're my friends. We played hockey together at the junior goodwill games about 7 years ago". I informed her, seeing her nod. "Well, um, my boyfriend, said he'd come and pick me up, then we'd go to the party together"…
FLASHBACK
"No, you go to the party. I'll be ok getting home on my own". I stood facing him, his arms wrapped around me. "Besides, I might not feel up to the party after work".
"But I don't like the idea of you walking home alone". He protested.
"Charlie, I'm a big girl. I'm perfectly capable of getting myself home". I informed him. "By the time I finish, it won't have gone dark yet".
"It's not you I'm worried about, it's anyone who tries messing with you". He joked.
"Oh ha, ha". I gently smacked is arm. "Get to class before you say anything else ridiculously funny". I replied sarcastically, before standing on my tip toes and kissing him gently.
"That's me, your funny guy". He shouted as he ran down the corridor, probably already late.
I had been dating him for 3 years. We had become pretty close, during our time at Eden Hall, and began dating during the summer break between our Sophomore and Junior years of High school. I could read him better than I could my favorite book. I knew when his temper was rising, and I knew exactly how to quash it, before he erupted. I had often been called a miracle worker by the ducks, for being the only one who could do this. I often replied 'No, not a miracle worker, just crazy', which made us all laugh, cooling Charlie's temper even more.
"Hey guys". I said joining Adam, Portman and Ken on the grass outside College.
We all shared more or less similar classes and found ourselves constantly sharing our free periods together. It was weird really, stick me with a group of guys, and I was at my most comfortable, yet stick me with a group of girls, and I sat there feeling like a wet leper.
Ken was sat crossed legged, his laptop in his lap, as he compared class notes with Adam. Portman just sat there, trying to understand exactly why they were comparing notes since they'd both been in the class at the same time. It wasn't as though they'd had the same lesson but different professors.
"So you going to the party tonight"? Portman asked me, as I laid on my stomach next to him.
"Um, I dunno. I'm working, so if I have the energy I'll probably come by afterwards".
"You gotta come, it won't be the same without you".
"Arr, I didn't realize you loved me so much Portman". I joked.
"I don't like to make a big deal". He winked at me, then cracked up laughing.
"What are you two laughing at"? Adam looked up.
"Nothing". Both me and Portman laughed conspiratorially.
"Yeah right". Ken smirked, putting his attention back on his work.
"Haven't you got hockey practice tonight"? I asked Portman.
"Yeah, straight after you girls". He said in a girly voice.
"What a wonderful analysis of the team. And here I was thinking you wouldn't know the opposite sex if it jumped up and bit your butt", I laughed.
"You know I wasn't including you in that don't you". He laughed.
"Ooh how kind of you Portman", I replied sarcastically.
"That's me, a perfect gentleman". He answered, trying his hardest not to laugh.
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