WARNING: The rape will be mentioned in this chapter; nothing too graphic will be included. If this is hard or upsetting for anyone please don't read.
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Song (On Wattpad): Breathe Me by Sia
Chapter Three: I Was Raped
"Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can."
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo
"I was raped."
Matt froze. Did he hear her right? Is that really what she just said? He felt his heart and stomach both plummet. His whole body turned cold and sweaty. "What...what did you say?" He finally rattled off almost embarrassed by how small and shaky his usually strong and confident voice sounded.
Sylvie kept her eyes on the floor too ashamed to look at him, "I said...I was raped." Tears were gliding down her face and staining her shirt while her makeup was already at the point of no return.
Matt wanted to vomit. No. He wanted to commit murder. "Sylvie…" He whispered and started making his way over to her.
Sylvie quickly stood up and backed as far away as she could from him, "No. Please, don't. I can't...I can't stand to be touched or even looked at right now."
Now, Matt really wanted to murder someone., "Sylvie, who did this to you?"
Silence engulfed the room. She knew she couldn't tell him because there was no telling what he would do when he found him.
"It doesn't matter." She cried.
"Sylvie, you can't just let him get away with this. What he did to you is unspeakable and horrible, and he deserves to pay. Who was it?"
She didn't say anything; she just continued to keep her sad, dull lifeless eyes glued to the white, spotless floor.
"Sylvie, was it someone we know? Was it someone here at the house?" Matt visibly cringed as he said that last part.
Sylvie's head snapped up after she registered what Matt had said, "No, it wasn't anyone we know. I...it doesn't matter, Casey."
"Sylvie, someone…"
Sylvie looked at Matt and gave him a sad, miserable-looking smile, "Say it."
Matt felt his heart literally snap in half as he stared at the beautiful, broken woman in front of him, "Sylvie.."
"No, Casey. You were going to say that someone rapped me, and I know that. I know that more than anything else right now. I can still feel his hands on me, and I can still smell the way he smelt that night."
All Matt wanted to do right now was hold Sylvie. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and never let go. Every part of his body was struggling to stay where it was. He was fighting so hard with himself.
"Sylvie, please tell me that you reported it."
Sylvie prayed the ground would open up and swallow her right that minute. She didn't want to be here anymore. She couldn't be here anymore."
"Sylvie?" Asked Matt as he continued to look at her with his big sympathetic eyes that Sylvie wanted to rip out of his head and hope she never saw again.
"No, I didn't report it."
"Oh, my God. Sylvie, why? You have to report it."
Sylvie was full-on bawling now as she slid to the ground and hugged her knees, "Please, Casey just go away. Just leave me alone, please. I just want to be alone. I need to be alone."
Matt didn't know what to do. He wanted to respect her wishes no matter what, but he also knew that there was no chance in hell that he was leaving her alone right now. She needed him. He knew it.
"Sylvie, you have to tell me who did this to you."
She closed her eyes and started gasping for air as the sobs started to take control over her body.
They were lucky that the next shift got called out on a call almost as soon as they all walked through the door. That meant that Sylvie and Matt were completely alone except for a couple of front desk people who had no business in the locker room.
"Stop looking at me like that." Whispered a sob stricken Sylvie through the silence of the room.
Matt lifted his head but he continued to stay frozen in place. He didn't know what to say or do. Everything just seemed so wrong and evil now.
"Stop looking at me like I'm a victim. I'm not a victim. He didn't do that to me."
Matt nodded and was about to say sorry, but before he could get the words out he watched Sylvie carefully get up from the floor and grab her bag before she hurriedly walked out of the room and said that she was sorry but she couldn't do this anymore.
He wanted to go after her but he felt as though he could do nothing during that moment. His whole world seemed to be turned on its axis. He was angry. Who could do that to her? What evil, satan-like man, no not man, boy. What boy would do that to her?
Matt felt the anger run through him like an electric current. Before he knew it he had turned and punched the closest thing to him, which had just happened to be a locker. He grimaced as he shook his throbbing fist and took a step back to admire his handy work. The locker, which he later noticed belonged to Herrmann, had a nice fist-sized hole in it. He would definitely be hearing about that next shift.
What did you think!? Sorry, this was kinda a filler/slow chapter. Again, sorry for any typos, misspellings, or anything like that. I write late at night with no glasses on, lol.
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