Chapter Four

Rocky scrunched his eyes as that smell from yesterday filled his nose. His lids were so heavy he was sure that they would never open again. At least not today. Or these days... he wasn't sure what had even happened last night but from the softness against his body, he could tell he was laying on a bed. A groan escaped his mouth as he turned his head. His hand moved first, coming up to his forehead, as long as it took he could tell that he was on his stomach.

When Rocky pressed his elbows onto the bed to sit his self up, the faint odor of alcohol drifted into his senses. Was I drinking last night? He wondered. Maybe...? Though he was sure he didn't have anything to drink last night. Regardless the need to party, he would never submit his body to something like that. He lost an uncle that way and if Colt didn't stop his, secret swigs at parties, he'd surely be next.

Rocky groans again as his body attempts to sit up completely, turning so that he was on his butt, Rocky places his feet to the floor when he feels that he's upright. His shoes were off, he wasn't sure how to take that, what are shoes after all. Brushing a hand up his chest, he felt skin come into contact with his palm. Shirtless, not a good sign. "Aaa," his fingers brushed across something wet on his chest and it stung like he couldn't believe.

Opening his eyes, he looks at his fingers and his eyes widen in fear. "Blood..." Stumbling up from the bed, Rocky rushed to where the bathroom was located. Glad that there was a bathroom where he thought there was, it confirmed that he was back in his dorm room at college. Rocky steps in front of the mirror in the bathroom, his breath sucks in at a gasp. "I'm blee-..." He touches a line of gashes along his chest that couldn't be any longer than... maybe four or five inches.

There were more on his side, and from the light stinging sensation coming from his back there were some there as well. What happened last night? Did that girl do this...? No, she seemed all together. But, how could this happen if it wasn't her? Suddenly panic took over; if Rocky has scratches on his chest and back, there might be scratches in other places and he shuddered to think about that.

"Rocky?" Robbie called from the main room. It sounded like the door had creaked open so he must have already gone to class and came back.

Unzipping the leather pants, Rocky starts to tug them down around his waist. He felt instantly sick. Backing up, he pressed his back against the wall and closed his eyes. Please... please tell me this isn't what I think it is... Opening his eyes again, he looks down but it's still there, long and black... Going over to the toilet Rocky empties his stomach. Hot disgusting liquid boiled up and ejecting from his mouth. But right now, it was making him feel better.

When he was sure he couldn't get anything else out of his body, Rocky's closed the lid and leaned against the toilet, his hand shook violently as he reached down over his groin, and slowly, he began to remove the long black strands of hair that rests over his member and pelvic area. Tears welled in his eyes, he felt like he were truly going to lose his mind- or at least scream- yes, he wanted to scream.

On and on the hair seemed to go, as he pulled it free from his lower half. Strand after strand fell to the floor in what looked to be a whole heads worth of hair. Slipping his hands lower between his legs, the tears in his eyes fell onto his hands causing them jump from fright and shake away the water. Reaching down again he confirmed that there was also hair wedged between his buttocks, puling it free, Rocky held back his sobs until it was all over. Then with everything he had he screamed. His body curled in on itself, and he held his hands over his head.

"Rocky?" Robbie hurried over to the bathroom, and swung the door open to find his friend curled in a ball on the floor, surrounded by a mass pile of black hairs. "Rocky, Rocky? Are you ok!" He shouts over the boys yells. Robbie kneels down, placing his hands on the boys back, though he had to watch out for the little cuts that zigzagged down along it.

Rocky shoved the boys hands from himself, and he backed up until he hit the tub. He looked horrified, beyond all reason, but at least he had stopped yelling. Now he just shook violently, against the tub staring at Robbie like he were ready to attack him and he was defenseless. "I don't know..." He mumbled. "I didn't... I don't know..." He sniffed back tears. "What happened to me?"

His blue green eyes scanned the floor, looking over the hair that covered a good portion of floor in front of the toilet. He felt waves of nausea again, but this time he didn't throw up, instead he leaned over reaching for the hairs. Grabbing as much as his hands could take, he dropped them into the toilet and began to flush them. The water, the vomit, and hair all traveled down the toilet. But some of the hair clung to the inside of the bowl and on the second and third flushing it refused to go down all together.

Robbie watched, confused at what had happened and where all this hair came from. But he knew he had to calm his friend down. Grabbing Rocky again, this time with a better grip, he pulled the boy away from the toilet. "Come on Rock'," he tugged at him. "Let's go sit down in the room for a bit. Okay, just you and me and we'll relax- I'll make some tea."

Rocky stood, on shaking legs, and followed his friend into the bedroom.

Robbie lay Rocky down on his bed, swinging the ashy blonds legs up so he could lay down comfortably. Blushing a bit, Robbie reached down, turning his head away, and stuffed Rocky's member back into his pants, he then gave them a tug up so that he could zip them. Once that task was done, Robbie walked to the other side of the bed and climbed in with him.

His brother Mat had a drug burn out one year similar to this, so he knew that they liked to be held until the shakes stop. Wrapping his arms around Rocky, Robbie pressed the top of his friends cheeks to his chest and mumbled soothing words. "It's ok... I'm here now... just relax."

Relax! How can I relax... I have no memory of last night... Or whose hair that is... His face scrunched in. How did this happen to me? He was going to cry. Rocky hadn't cried since he was 10 when something happened to their mother and she had to go to the hospital over night. Grandma was there and she tried to cheer them up by asking for their help to make Christmas tree shaped cakes in the kitchen. Tum was sad, but for food he let his emotions rest aside. Colt hadn't seemed phased at all, which was how he handled pain, where as he, Rocky, had to be the one to say the prayers and cry for his brothers. It wasn't easy, because he had always been so strong. Even before he became Rocky.

After that, he never cried again. He had made it so that he could handle anything. Anything at all, but this new situation was cracking that wall away. Bringing out a side of the ninja that he had long since forgotten. Fear. If he couldn't remember last night to uncover the events of today, than who knew what he had done except for the person he had done it to. Or maybe something was done to him, and since he was so out of it, he'd never know. Maybe his mother was right... College is hard, and sometimes it breaks people. But she also told him to stay strong and keep at it when times got bad. Was this one of those times? Everything had been so good in the beginning the first three months, but now.

"Rocky... if you can talk now, please tell me what happened?"

"I don't know..." His voice was just as shaken as his body is. "I don't know, I don't remember anything... not a thing..."

This was odd. Maybe somebody slipped him something. "Rocky did you have anything to drink last night?" He asked smelling the liquor on the boys body, but not his breath.

He thought about it... He couldn't even remember going out to tell the truth... The last thing on his mind was... sitting under the tree in the courtyard. "I don't know... The last thing I remember is sitting outside in the courtyard."

"When did you do that?"

"I don't know..."

"Well, can you remember if you were with anybody?" Robbie racked his brain. "I know you were dancing with a few people. I saw you take off with your phone and after that you were gone..."

"I was dancing... My phone?" Rocky sat up suddenly, but was pulled back down.

"Don't worry I see it on the side table."

Rocky sighed with relief of that.

"Rocky... I think the reason you don't remember anything is because someone might have given you a drink and slipped you something."

"...That can't be..." The ninja murmured sorrowfully.

"I think so... I didn't see you all the rest of the night, and when we were all leaving you were the only one not around." Robbie frowned. "I'm sorry, I just assumed you hooked up with Becky and left with her."

"Rebecca? No... I didn't even see her..."

"Good! Good, it's coming back to you... Can you remember anything else?"

"My mouth is dry, I want something to drink."

"Coffee or tea?"

"Yeah, some tea would be nice." He adds. "Thank you,"

"Not a problem." Letting the shaken boy go, Robbie slides off the bed and heads out the door. "I'll be back as soon as I can." The student lounge was making a fresh pot, he could smell it from from the distance.

Rocky rolled over onto his side, he stares at the bathroom door. Hair... Closing his eyes, he tried desperately to remember last night- or even the evening! But anytime he thought he felt his self getting close to what had happened, his mind walled up and he couldn't see it. "Rrrr! Dammit!" He held his head. "How could this happen to meeee?" He shouts.

There was no way... there was just no way that Rocky would believe that he was drugged and raped last night. Because if that was the case, than where did the hair come from? And whose was it? Standing, Rocky hurried to the closet to get a change of clothes. He had to go to the hospital now. Never mind the headache medicine, the most important thing right now was to make sure he didn't catch anything if what he thinks happened last night, happened.

He slipped a shirt on over his head, then he rushed over to the dresser grabbing a pair of boxers to put on. Then he went back to the closet and snatched a pair of blue jeans. He tried keeping his eyes to the ceiling when dressing his lower half. He didn't want to imagine what had gone on, and he especially wasn't sure he wanted to know with whom this had happened.

Returning to the bathroom, Rocky looked around on the floor for some of the strands of hair. He had to turn it in to the police, so they could analyze it and let him know who the culprit was. If there was one. Someone might just be playing a sick joke on him. Very sick. But if it were a joke, at least that he could live with.

"I got your tea," Robbie returned to the bedroom. Looking left then right, Rocky appeared from the bathroom. Robbie was more than happy that the boy was fully dressed, and that he seemed to be returning to normal. "I got your tea," he says again.

"Thanks." Rocky snatched the cup. Tilting his head back, he swallowed it down as though it weren't the least bit hot, or that he needed a breath of air. Once done, he gave the cup back to Robbie and headed out the door.

"Where're you going?"

"To the hospital... I have to make sure nothing happened to me last night."

"Wait, I'll come with you."

"No, I wanna be alone." Rocky vanished down the hall.

The trip to the hospital was humiliating to the point where Rocky wished he hadn't come. They gave him a test in a place he'd rather not remember, then they asked him a bunch of questions that he couldn't answer because he couldn't remember. The doctor took the hairs that Rocky had and said they would turn them in to the police, but Rocky had to stop by the station when he was feeling better.

The scratches were bandaged up and were feeling better due to the cream they had rubbed on them. The doctor told him that the cuts were caused by finger nails. Someone had been scratching him. Rocky asked if he could have raped someone and didn't remember, but the doctor said that was impossible as there was no semen on his genitals and it wasn't washed away because he hadn't taken a shower.

All these things were good to know. And after what felt like all day, but was only an hour and forty minutes, Rocky went back to school. Checking his watch, he hadn't missed class yet, so he wandered into the building and sat at his desk. Try to calm down, the police have the hair and hopefully they'll know whose it is then they can get into contact with them and I can figure out what happened.

"Hey dude," says a cute girl with long brown curls, hidden underneath a baseball cap. She sits down behind him and rubs his shoulders a second. "You look like shit. What happened to you?"

"...I don't know Becky, I don't wanna talk about it."

"Haha, that bad huh?" Rebecca wraps her arms around his shoulders and chest, leaning her head down between his shoulder blades. "I saw you last night with some girl."

"You did?" Rocky turned his head, hoping to look the girl in the eyes to make sure she wasn't going to lie to him.

"Yeah, you guys were going into the back room, so I thought you didn't wanna be bothered." She rests her chin on his shoulder now to look at him. "Who was she?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out." Rocky shook his head. It was so embarrassing to say these things but if Rebecca knew something, he had to. "I think she may have done something to me last night. But I can't remember, tell me did you see us leaving that room or anything?"

"Uh-uh, I know when I'm beat I just saw you go in and I left you alone."

Damn... There went his only lead. But surely someone had to have seen him.

"Hey man, if you wanna know what happened I think I saw someone one I know in there with you guys. I could call him up and ask." She looked around at some of the other students coming in, which meant her class was about to start too. "I gotta go, Rock' a bye baby." That was how she talked, the only tanned white girl with a street personality.

"Bye."

Becky waves at someone from across the room, then she heads out.

Rocky smiled then, he hoped that Rebecca knew someone in that room and that that person could help him figure out what happened last night- or at least keep a pointed direction to where he was going with this. Rocky couldn't live with his self if he had done something. He just couldn't.

The day lazed on, Rebecca hadn't shown up yet. Which meant she either forgot or couldn't find the kid. Rocky trudged on though, hoping that if his friend couldn't pull through he would at least have the cops to give him some news.

"Hey Rocky," greets Tabatha. "Wanna walk with me to the Study hall? Or are you not taking phone calls today?"

Rocky thought that over. He might as well, I mean if he couldn't help himself, he could at least help other people. "Sure, come on."

The two walked silently along. Tabatha continued to look at her friend, but he remained silent. She wanted to ask him what was going on, but she didn't like to pry. When they made it to the building, a lot of other people were there already, working the phones and making peoples lives better.

Rocky sat down and got up to about two calls, helping them make their lives easier. But in the back of his mind he was waiting. Waiting for something, what, he didn't know. But something. The ninja had about five more calls after that before he decided to call it quits and go to his next class. His last class considering he missed one this morning, by sleeping through it, and he missed another being at the hospital. But when he stood his phone rang, he had to take it.

"Teen talking to teens."

Caller: "Hi..."

It was that same caller from the other day.

The back of Rocky's mind began to buzz, like a rake combing over it. Sitting back down, he tried to relax. "Hi... you're the girl from yesterday right."

Caller: "That's right, my name is Amari."

"I don't think you're supposed to use names with this."

Caller: "That's okay, it's a fake..." She was silent a moment. "You got a few minutes... I'm feeling kind of down and I need someone to talk to."

"Yeah, go ahead."

Caller: "It's about last night... When my boyfriend got in."

"I'm listening."

Caller: "He had sex with me... it was good, we were on the carpet- the fuzzy one so you know that it was gre-..."

"I'm sorry but you're not supposed to say things like that... is this a serious call or are you messing with me?"

Caller: "I was leading up to it... I have a right to tell you what happened don't I?"

"Yes, I'm sorry... Please continue."

Caller: "Good... listen up then."