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Part 5
I just lay there on my bed for what seemed like hours, sobbing in to Eddy's soft matted fur, sadly he no longer managed to comfort me as much as he had when I was little. The phone started to ring; a thought immediately entered my mind – Ollie. Then I remembered that I hadn't even given him my phone number. I reached out and grabbed the phone; Abby's chirpy voice filled my head
"So Nee, did you cop off with the guy?" she sounded so happy. Suddenly I burst in to tears.
"Nee? What's wrong?" I couldn't speak through the tears, "Neela? You there?" I was still sobbing in to the phone "right that's it, I'm coming round" I heard the click as she placed her receiver down but I just couldn't turn mine off. My mouth tasted of salty tears. I held Eddy even closer to me, looking at the phone wishing that I'd hear Abby's voice on the other end again. I heard a knock at my door, my whole body tensed. All I could think of was opening the door and him being there back for more.
"NEELA!" Abby was shouting through my letter box. I waited just lying there "come on Neela open the door" I could hear the frustration in Abby's voice. I heard the sound of the letter box closing and then I heard the door open. As the footsteps got nearer to my room, I started to curl up more and more, clutching Eddy closer and closer. By the time the figure appeared at my bedroom door, I was curled like a foetus, it hurt so much being in that position but it felt safe. The person started to move towards my bed, I couldn't bring myself to look at them.
"Oh Neela" I looked up, knelt beside me was Abby. Her face filled with worry "I found the key under the flower pot" I was still curled up; she was looking at me, her face a mixture of worry and confusion. She turned away from me; something in the hall caught her eye. She stood up and left the room, she took one look at the crumpled gold dress on the floor before turning back to me.
"Neela no?"
Part 6 - Abby's POV
Why? Why didn't I stay back at the bar with Neela? Why did I let her dance with that guy? Why did I let her walk off with him? I am so stupid. I can hardly bare to look at Neela. She looks like a small child curled up on her large bed. Her eyes are wide and filled with fear, her cheeks covered in tear and mascara tracks.
"Have you rung the police" suddenly I was in over-drive. I was back in to Dr Abby mode. Suddenly I wasn't in my best friend's house; I was in the ER confronted with a patient who I knew had been raped. Neela shook her head slightly. A few more tears slipped down her cheek. I sat down on the edge of her bed,
"Would you like me to ring the police for you?" Neela nodded slightly. I reached out for the phone and dialled. I gave the information to the operator and was told that a police officer would be round shortly.
"I feel sick" Neela started urging, I rushed in to the bathroom and grabbed the nearest bucket like object I could find. I got it to her just in time. She started throwing up violently. Then she just collapsed back against the pillows, I took the bucket-thing from the room and went back to her. She started sobbing again, "sh, its ok. It'll be ok" I wished I could be sure that what I was saying was the truth.