Chapter Twenty Seven

"Honey, today you have to go to school, okay?" Julie said in a stern voice the next morning.

"I know I have to. But I don't think I'm ready, all the same." Marissa said in a feeble voice.

"Marissa," Julie smiled carefully at her daughter. "I wish no harm on you, baby, but you gotta do what you gotta do. You're not a coward. Go to school. It'll be okay. I'll pick you up, if you really need to come home, alright?"

"Yeah, okay." Marissa agreed. Little did she know of the emotional torture that lied ahead.

Julie keenly drove Marissa to school, ignoring the fact that Ryan would probably come by eitherways, and try to pick Marissa up. "Mom, I'm gunna call Ryan and tell him not to pick me up today, k?" Marissa asked.

"Why bother?" Julie said coldly.

"Because he's my boyfriend? Ring a bell?" Marissa didn't wait for her mother's approval, so she rebelliously decided to phone Ryan. She got the answering machine- for some odd reason he didn't pick up. Was he mad at her?

"Hey this is Ryan. Leave a message." Ryan's familiar voice said systematically.

"Hey Ryan. It's Marissa. Don't pick me up today, okay? I'm getting a ride with my mom. Take care. Love you. Bye." Marissa said into the phone, and then she hung up. Her mother smirked at her.

"Maybe there's a reason why he's not picking up?" Julie asked deviously.

"He didn't rape me mother." Marissa insisted frostily, glaring at the woman who just couldn't back down from her stupid accusation.

"If he didn't, then who did?" Julie grinned evilly.

"Mom," Marissa was oblivious to the Ryan subject for a second. She looked up at the building that her mother stopped in front of. It was definitely not her school. "What the f uck is this, mom?" Marissa yelled out fiercely. "Why am I here?" Marissa tried to read the title of the building over and over and over again, hoping her eyes would have mistakened her at least once. 'Psychiatric Rehabilitation Centre' was the main title. Marissa almost vomited when she read the subtitle- 'For Sexually Abused Victims'.

"Why am I here? This is disgusting! I don't need rehab! I don't need to tell a f ucking doctor that I was raped! It was hard enough telling the cold b itch inside of you… how did I ever trust you with this? Why didn't I predict this? I knew you would pull something so absurd. I'm leaving. You're not getting me inside that nut hole."

"Marissa, please calm down. We are here to get you emotionally healed, baby. I want the best life for you. It's not going to be any good, if you remember what happened that night." Julie spoke so slowly, that it made Marissa feel like she were 9 months old. Julie was speaking in an almost sing-song voice, so Marissa would get brainwashed- hypnotized. Although that didn't quite work- Marissa instead passed out from the mixed emotions of hatred toward her mother, and painstaking fright toward telling another, stranger of a human being about how she was abused that night.

"Perfect." Julie whispered quietly. She got out of the car, and went to lift Marissa's lifeless body. She quickly pranced up the steps, with Marissa, so Julie could get to the therapeutically enhanced office, before Marissa resumed her state of wakeness.

"Hello Doctor. I called earlier. I'm here with Marissa Cooper, my daughter. She had been raped a little while ago, and I was informed only yesterday. I took the fastest action that I could. I hope I did the right thing, considering my daughter now hates me." Julie said in a dramatically concerned-motherly voice.

"Do not fret, Mrs. Nichol, or Cooper?" The doctor asked.

"Both." Julie quickly said.

"Anyways, do not fret. This is the first stage. After rehabilitation she'll thank you with her life."

"What can I call you, doctor?" Julie said quirking an eyebrow, as she eyed the young doctor from head to toe.

"Doctor I'm-too-young-for-you, or Doctor Forentreme for short." The young, dark haired doctor called for a wheel chair, and quickly took Marissa and Julie into his office.

"She's in shock. She passed out in the car when she saw where I'd taken her." Julie confessed.

"Not the first melodramatical response we've received on the topic. Nobody is quite ready to discuss a rape with a stranger."

"But she has to, right? It's healthy to tell someone, correct me if I am wrong." Julie asked.

"You are wrong actually. It's unhealthy if the patient objects to it severely. You cannot force this issue. If your daughter wants to discuss it, she should be the one to decide that. Well then in that case, I guess your daughter should come back willingly in a couple of months. Sorry for the inconvenience Mrs. Cooper/Nichol."

"What am I supposed to do with my daughter?"

"Treat her normally. She'll get out of it. Lead a habitual life, and eventually your daughter, Marissa, I believe, will heal, and it will not be so hard for her day by day."

"Fine. You're the doctor." Julie said, and lifted Marissa.

"Where am I?" Marissa said in a soft voice.

"Doesn't matter. You're going to school." Julie replied coldly, glaring at the Doctor who wouldn't help her daughter.

"Damn you mom. Am I still at rehab?" Marissa asked a little louder. She wriggled out of her mother's arms, so she could stand up on her own.

"You were never at rehab." Julie said kindly, realising that the doctor was watching Marissa carefully.

"Don't you DARE lie to me." Marissa screamed out coldly.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Forentreme. Your mother did bring you here, but she decided you weren't ready. She's taking you home." The doctor convinced Marissa softly.

"I'm taking her to school, Doctor." Julie smiled.

"No," The handsome young man started sternly, "She needs rest. Lots of it. She's in no state to go to school. Understood?"

"Yes, Doctor." Marissa looked at the two in confusion. Julie could never be controlled by a male, and yet this doctor had her wrapped around his fingers.