Whitney woke up next morning. Her entire body ached in pain but it was nothing compared to how she felt inside. She got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She sat down to pee and stared at her blush pink panties. They were messed up with dry fluids. Everything turned inside her.

She got out of her panties and leggings. She left both items on the floor while she finished peeing. Afterwards she went back to the bedroom to put on a fresh pair of panties. She didn't have any plans of leaving her house or answering her phone today. She just wanted the world to go away. She walked to the kitchen in search of something to drink. Instead she jumped in surprise at the big body messing with her coffee maker.

"Roman? What are you doing here?" She asked.

He turned around and ran his eyes down to her bare legs. He quickly moved them back up. He didn't want her to feel he was another predator.

"I crashed on your couch," he answered.
"Why?" She asked.
"After last night I didn't want you to be alone today," he answered.
"After last night? What happened? I was so drunk I don't remember anything. How did I even get home?" She asked.
"Really, you're gonna play it that way? Pretend you don't remember and that it never happened so it will magically disappear?" He asked.

She crossed her arms, trying to look as normal as possible. He could see she was lying. He only knew of one way to prove his point. He quickly placed both his hands on her arms. She flinched back in fear and hit her lower back on the countertop. He slowly raised his hands like the night before and pulled her into a much needed hug.

"You do remember. It did happen. And I'm not gonna let you bury the truth. He doesn't deserve to be walking around," he said.
"I don't know what to do," she said.
"We're gonna go to the police and report him," he said.
"I'm scared," she said.
"I'm gonna be there with you. Do you have any proof?" He asked.
"My panties is on the bathroom floor," she answered. "They're full of..."

Her voice trailed off and he held her tighter. He was beyond angry now. He was livid. Joe didn't deserve to be breathing after what he had done to her.

"I'll go get them," he said.
"I don't want you to see them," she said.
"Tough shit because I'm going to. Don't worry, I won't touch them. Evidence and all," he kissed the top of her head. "You probably should be getting some pants on before we leave."
"Oh my god!" She blushed.

She had completely forgotten about being half naked in front of him. She hurried to the bedroom to get some pants on. Meanwhile he grabbed a small plastic bag from a drawer and walked out in the bathroom. Anger flushed through him again when he saw the panties. With a hand inside the bag, he grabbed the panties and turned the bag inside out so the panties was inside it without him ever having touched them.

"You got them?" She asked.

He turned his head to see her stand in the door. She had put on a pair of black jeans and a black hoodie.

"I got them," he held up the bag.
"Do I really have to do this?" She asked.
"No, you don't have to," he answered. "But can you live with yourself if you don't do it and he does it to someone else?"

She knew he had a point but that didn't stop her from feeling nervous. It didn't help that Roman couldn't be there when she had to talk to a cop. A big man named Brock Lesnar who looked anything but friendly. It turned out that his personality matched his look.

"And how much did you have to drink?" He asked.
"What does that have to do with anything?" She asked.
"Maybe your intentions weren't clear," he answered.
"My intentions? I woke up to him raping me! What the fuck were my intentions in that?" She yelled.
"Calm down, miss, or we can't talk," he said.

She wanted to slap the taste out of his mouth but instead she sat there and tried to calm herself down. Nothing good would come out of her assaulting a cop.

"So you said he's your ex, right?" He asked.
"Right," she answered.
"So maybe you asked him for a bit more? Or maybe you dressed up a bit more slutty to show him what he was missing out on?" He suggested.
"I could have been naked and it still didn't give him the right to do that," she said.
"Did you even say no?" He asked.
"I fucking begged him to stop. Repeatedly," she answered.
"Look, we can't just go around trashing a man's reputation all because some girl has seconds thoughts about sleeping with him," he said.

She had heard enough. She stood up fast. He gave her a smug smile as if he had been right in what he had just said. She still had the bag with her panties in her hand.

"How about instead of victim blaming, you actually do your fucking job?" She snarled.

She threw the bag at his face. He had fast reflexes and caught it before it hit him.

"Those are the panties I wore last night!" She hissed. "Use them for your own sick, perverted fantasy of how I apparently wanted it!"

She stomped out of the room. Roman sat on a chair in the waiting room. He jumped up when he saw the angry woman coming towards him.

"How did it go?" He asked.
"We're leaving!" She growled. "I can't believe you fucking made me do this!"

They went back out in the car. Despite it being her car, he had driven them there. She got into the passenger seat again and fell apart on the spot. He reached over from the driver's seat, taking her in his arms and holding her.

"He didn't believe me. He said I wanted it," she cried.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry for taking you here. I should have listened to you."
"No, it's not your fault. I'm sorry for snapping at you in there. I know this was the right thing. I just had to deal with a shitty cop who doesn't wanna do his job," she said.

He drove her home again. She was a mess and he wasn't sure how to help her. She took her phone out of her back pocket and looked at it. It started ringing and she dropped it with a little scream. He picked it up and looked at it.

"Unknown caller," he said. "Do you wanna answer?"

She shook her head and he hit the red button. He looked at her with a little smile on his face.

"Go pack a bag," he said.
"Why?" She asked.
"You're coming home with me," he said.
"No, I can't," she said.
"Says who?" He chuckled. "No offence, sweetheart, but you're a mess. You just got scared of your own phone. So pack a bag and let me take care of you for a few days. Can you call in sick for work?"
"I got a week of saved vacation. I can take that if I call my boss today and ask for it," she said.
"Good, you do that," he said. "Now go pack a bag."

Around an hour later they walked into his home. On their way there he had stopped at a coffee shop to spoil her a bit with a grande salted caramel latte.

"I have a tub," he offered.
"For what?" She asked.
"Usually I use it for taking baths but feel free to raise some piranhas in it if you like," he joked. "I just figured you might like to lie there and soak after last night. Wash it all off."
"I'd like that," she said.
"Great. How does oyster pasta sound for dinner?" He asked.
"Expensive," she answered.
"Nothing's too good for you," he smiled. "Go run yourself a bath. You can take my tablet from the bedroom if you wanna watch some videos out there. And there's towels in the cabinet under the sink."

She walked over to him, took his hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Thank you, Roman," she said.
"Don't mention it," he said. "I'm here for you, Whitney. Whatever you need, I'm here for you."