Disclaimer – the ER characters don't belong to me.
Warning - this chapter is why this fic is rated PG-13
Part 3
He started kiss me. First on my face and then my neck and then he started working his way down, I tried forcing him off but he was too strong for me.
"stop please" I pleaded, a small tear slipped down my face as he started moving back up to my face kissing it harder than ever. I closed my eyes, so I couldn't see that awful look in his eyes. He pulled me a tiny bit away the wall and I knew that I could probably kick him but I was paralyzed and he knew it. His hands found my dresses zip and he practically ripped it off the dress which was now hanging around ankles. I wanted to scream out for help but I couldn't there was a huge lump in my throat. He started to kiss me again. Harder than ever. I winced as he started to stroke me. Then he removed my pants. I started to cry desperately but that just made him more confident in what he was doing. He pulled me down to the ground
"Please stop" I looked at him right in the eye hoping that the fear in them would deter him from what he was planning. He entered me and I can swear I have never felt as much pain before in my life.
Part 4
He left a few minutes later leaving me lying on the floor, my face streaked with tears. I felt so ashamed of what had happened to me. I looked around me; I could see my phone on a table in my bedroom. Slowly I got up checking that he wasn't hiding in the shadows despite the fact I'd seen him leave. I moved in to my bedroom at the pace of a snail, every part of me ached. I grabbed a dressing gown from the back of my door and reached for the phone. I sat down on the bed and dialled Abby's number. I wanted her to come help me, hold me while I cried. The phone rang out for a few seconds before her answer machine cut in, I just sat there listening to the upbeat message before dissolving in the fresh wave of tears. I hung up after a few minutes and just looked at the phone. I felt so alone. I'd seen so many cases a rape at the hospital but I never thought it could happen to me. I felt so dirty like I'd never ever feel clean again. All I want is a bath but I can't. I heard it said so many times that washing removes some evidence. I just lie on my bed looking up at the stark white ceiling. I looked at my bedside table, sat there was my childhood teddy bear Eddy. I hadn't needed him for over 10years. I reached for him and hugged him close.