Trigger Warning: As stated in previous chapters, please do not read this chapter if you are affected by rape or violence! This, and upcoming chapters will be discussing rape and violence! As a writer/editor, I DO NOT WANT TO TRIGGER MY READERS. So, please proceed with caution! Also, please remember that I was asked to edit this, so if if you have issues with the story, please don't read it! DON'T ATTACK ME! Try reading my other stories that do not address these topics!

Chapter 19: The Whole Story

Derek pulled out his laptop that was hidden in the drawer, his piece of overly priced technology not working for him properly. Finally, Windows loaded, the loud sound of music heard. A picture of Seattle at night, lights twinkling around the large city and the Space Needle looking large and proud at the center.

Quickly, he typed in Meredith's email address while typing in Utopia as the password, praying that it would work. To his surprise, the page quickly transferred to the main screen, showing the amount of messages in her inbox, her sent items, and her drafts.

There was nothing new that was in the inbox and nothing sent, but there was one draft.

Derek didn't know what he was looking for, but decided to try out on the section that held just the least messages.

Then, he found it, his heart beating out of his chest.

To: Derek
From: Meredith
Subject: Ripping of the bandaid.

Hey Der,

It's me Meredith, but you know that already. I thought writing this down would help me with my nerves, but it seems that my fingers shake just pressing the keys. I wanted to tell you this in person, I swear I did. There were many chances for me to, far too many opportunities to let this out. I know you're confused right now. I don't blame you. I'll try to make this less confusing, although I am sure you can figure it out. You did graduate med school...

So, I guess I should start from the beginning just like a story. A story of my crapped-up life heard for the first time, not even Aaron knows. And I know what you're thinking that you're special now, but I would wipe that cute grin off your face before you go on.

I was fourteen, my first year of high school. Aaron and I wanted to go to the end of the year school dance. I'm not that kind of girl that goes to school events, much less dance with teachers watching, but I still wanted to go. I wanted to experience my first ever dance even if it was crap, even if it was cheesy, filled with horrible decorations and The Clash. Yes Derek, you have a bad taste in music, but I still think you're cute every time it comes on the radio. As I was saying, the dance. I had made up my mind and I was going with Aaron until I had gotten another offer from the most popular guy in school.

You know how it is, you said it yourself you were the captain of the football team. Yes Derek, I did hear you talk to me when I was asleep. You must understand that girls would have died just to spend time with you, that's how I felt when the captain of the football team asked me to hang out with him and his friends. I was thrilled, even acting like a girly girl for once. So, I said yes, Aaron was pissed, and he told me not to go. But I am stubborn, you have learned that the hard way, right Der. I don't like it when people tell me to do things.

I spent hours in front of the mirror getting ready with makeup I had bought at the drug store and a new dress from the mall that had taken me forever to pick out. It was supposed to be a night to remember.

That night I had met them at the bleachers overlooking the large field of East Boston High. It was dark, just me and the three guys who had brought drinks. It was my first beer, but I only took sips. Still wasn't used to the taste while they gulped down scotch from the bottle, laughing and howling at each other. Not really what I expected, having to hang out while they got dead drunk. I wanted to go home.

They brought me home, drunk, but they got me there without crashing their car. I was right in front of my house, and I wanted to go. I did Derek, but they wouldn't let me. He started kissing me and touching, while the other guys held me down taking my clothes off.

I told them to stop, I swear I did. I tried to fight them as best I could.

I swear I tried Derek.

It didn't do any good. So, I laid there and closed my eyes, waiting for it to be over, crying at the pain. Then, he was done, picked me up off the back seat and threw me out on the sidewalk driving off.

You're wondering why I am telling you this.

He had blonde hair, green eyes, and his name was Parker Sloan.

This is why I couldn't say this to you. This is not a lie, or something I just made up.

I'm sorry. I am so sorry.

- Mer.