I swear no one was to be found…I figured maybe they were out side, trying to pack the gear into the trucks. I didn't realize but I dropped the Nextel…by the back door…and I was guiding myself along the wall with my bloody hand…I was leaving bloody hand prints all over the white walls of the arena…I went out the back door and one way was a chain link fence and the other was open but the trucks weren't there…I was completely paranoid and freaking out…
I was by the corner of the building…and I heard the door close so I went around the corner and sat between the fence and the building…the space was big enough for someone to get back there…it was so security could walk around the perimeter and still be safe. My shirt was getting blood on it…my hand was throbbing and I was getting drenched from the rain…it was raining heavy…kind of like a lake coming down…
Mark was walking in the back and went to Erin's dressing room, he knocked and when she didn't answer he walked in and saw all the pictures and mannequins…he started calling the other security guards and they were running all over the arena looking for her…Mark ran into Tammy…and he asked her where Erin was…she said, "I heard the back door close a couple of times…Maybe she went out back for some fresh air…"
Mark was trying to get a hold of Erin on her Nextel…and as he got closer he found her phone on the floor…he grabbed it and looked over and saw the bloody hand prints on the wall…Mark immediately called everyone to the back door and they all took off outside…Mark had them search the parking lot…as the trucks pulled up to load the equipment…the guys searched there too…Mark was going crazy with worry…he was legitimately scared that something had happened to her…his heart was pounding in his chest harder and harder…Mark stopped in his tracks cause he could of sworn he heard something…
I was sitting against the wall with my knees into my chest…the slit all the way through my hand was about an inch and a half long…I felt the edges of it and the were rippled, and it felt like a hunting knife…hunting alright…and I almost got my ass skinned…I could hear heavy boots thudding against the asphalt…it was getting closer and closer…
Mark walked towards the fence and he drew his gun and was gonna take out anyone that might have something to do with Erin's disappearance…he didn't care…he was gonna find her even if it killed him…he couldn't imagine what she was going through…and he didn't know if she was okay, or if she was hurt…and God Damn it he wanted to know…Mark turned the corner and saw Erin huddled between the fence and the building…Mark quickly holstered his gun and said, "Erin…"
As soon as I heard Mark's voice, my head popped up and I couldn't help but started crying even harder then what I was before…Mark walked over and didn't say anything…He grabbed a hold of me and picked me up…I was cold from the rain and my nerves finally unraveling…and just held on to his shirt with one hand clenched into a fist and kept the rest of me pressed to his chest…he carried me to the back door and got the other guys and they grabbed his rental truck and he took me to the hospital immediately…
I stayed close to him and held onto his arm…he tried to get me to talk…but I was just going into shock…he had turned the heat on to help warm me up, cause he could hear my teeth chattering…The doctor and nurse checked me over and made sure I hadn't been physically abused…Mark sat in the corner above my head and watched taking note of every bruise and scratch I'd gotten…after they x-rayed my hand, I'd been lucky, the knife went straight through and didn't hit the bones, veins or arteries…they stitched up my hand on both sides and bandaged it…
Then the doctor lifted my shirt to make sure everything externally was okay as well as internally…he found a deep gash about 3 inches long right under my right breast…and he couldn't get to it…and they cut my shirt off of me…and then were going to cut my bra off and that would be when I snapped out of it…and kicked the surgical utensil tray over…Mark jumped up and grabbed my hands and I said, "Do not let them do this…" Mark said, "Erin, honey they need to stitch you up…you've got a cut under your breast…it's bleeding pretty bad…Let them help you…"
Mark looked in my eyes and he knew I was petrified…I said, "Please Mark…Don't let them…" Tears started sliding down my cheeks…and Mark finally understood he'd never seen me naked and I didn't want him or the male doctor to see me topless…I was pretty freaked out about it. Mark turned to the doctor and said, "Is there any way your nurse can put the stitches in without us in the room…" The doctor finally understood and said, "Yea…but there has to be 2 females in here…but they are going to do a rape kit on her and make sure she didn't get sexually assaulted." Mark looked back at me and I just nodded…