CHAPTER 6
Jack looked at me as tears came down his cheeks.
"Jack," I barely whispered.
"Shh. The doctor said you shouldn't really talk right now because of your throat. Do you remember what happened?" Jack asked as he looked at me.
"A little," I whispered.
"Okay, well I had a bad feeling that something was wrong when you didn't show up to school the other day. So, Bobby and I came to your house and your dad had beaten you up. You were barely alive when we got there," Jack said as his eyes welded with tears. "When the doctor came out to talk to me, he said that you were in a coma. He umm, he also said that you had been raped," Jack said as he looked up at me.
Tears welded in my eyes as the memories started to wash over me. I pulled my hands up to my face as the tears rolled down my cheeks. Jack started to cry as he stood up and sat down beside me on the bed. He pulled me into a hug and held me as I sobbed into his chest. Jack knew exactly what I was going through because he had gone through it when he was younger.
"It's gonna be okay," Jack said as he held me close.
Evelyn stood in the doorway and saw Jack holding me close to him. She slowly walked over to the bed. Jackie saw her standing there and slowly pulled back from me. He got up off the bed as Evelyn sat down on the bed beside me. I looked at her with tears going down my face. She wiped the tears off my cheeks and gave me a comforting smile.
"I've got some good news for you," Evelyn said as she took my hand and looked at me. "After you get out of here, you're going to be staying with us at the house. Okay?"
I nodded my head.
"I have to get back to work. I just came here to talk to you for a minute, but I will come back later tonight. Do you need anything?"
"No," I whispered as I looked at her.
"Okay. Jackie will be here with you, so you have nothing to worry about, okay sweetie?" Evelyn asked before she kissed my forehead and stood up. "I'll see you two later," Evelyn said after she kissed Jack's cheek.
The next day came and Jack decided that he should go back to school so that he wouldn't fail from being behind. The day seemed to take forever, but it was finally over. Jack rushed to the hospital and made his way to my room. He walked down the hall and saw a nurse coming out of my room.
"I need to talk to you for a minute," the nurse said as she came out of my room.
"Everything okay?" Jack asked as he looked at the nurse.
"I just wanted to tell you that she had a pretty rough night last night. She continued to keep having nightmares throughout the night and she's been really upset all day long. She didn't really eat anything, so if you could talk to her and try to get her to eat something, then that would be great," the nurse whispered to Jack.
"I'll try," Jack said before he walked back towards my room.
Jack stood in the doorway and looked at me. I looked terrible. I had bags under my eyes, tearing going down my cheeks, my eyes were red and puffy, and I was pale. Jack noticed that I was blankly staring out the window as he came into the room.
"Lacy?" Jack asked as he sat down beside me on the bed.
I looked over at Jack.
"You alright?" Jack asked as he noticed how sad I looked.
"No," I whispered as I still was having trouble talking.
"The nurse said that you had trouble sleeping overnight," Jack said as he tried to get me to look at him in the eyes.
"Yeah," I whispered as I picked at the blanket that was on top of me.
"Look at me."
I looked up at Jack and into his eyes.
"You have nothing to worry about. Your dad is in jail now. Honestly, I want to tell you that I know exactly what you are going through, okay? I never told you this, but the same thing happened to me when I was little. My biological father raped me when I was little," Jack said as tears welded in his eyes. "It's not something that I'm proud of, but I know what you are going through and if you need to talk to me about anything, I'll be here for you okay?" Jack asked as he looked at me.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" I whispered as tears rolled down my cheeks.
"I was embarrassed. I didn't know what you were going to think about me if I would have told you that," Jack said as he wiped my tears away with his thumb.
"I just can't deal with this," I whispered to Jack as I looked at him. "My dad has never done anything this bad before. I'm scared," I said as more tears continued to roll down my cheeks.
"He's not going to hurt you ever again. I won't let him. Bobby won't let him either. Bobby's mad about this whole situation. He wanted to kill your dad. So did I," Jack said as he looked at me.
"How did you deal with it?" I whispered as I looked at Jack.
"It's hard, and it will take time. I will be there for you when you need me. Emotions will come and go. Some days will be harder than other days, but you will eventually get through it."
I tried to sit up and I winced.
"Easy," Jack said as he helped me. "Do you want to try to eat something?"
"Not really," I whispered as I shook my head.
All I could think about was what my father did to me and my stomach would turn every time.
"You need to get something in you to keep your strength up. How about you try something?"
"Okay," I whispered.
Jack stood up and moved the tray over to me. He lifted the lid and there was chicken, rice, and peas on the plate. I grabbed the fork and cut a piece of the chicken away from the rest. I lifted the fork and placed the chicken in my mouth.
"There you go," Jack said as he watched me.
Jack continued to watch as I ate more food. I wanted my life to end, but I knew that Jack would keep his word and be there for me when I needed him.
A couple of days had passed and the doctor was going to release me that day. Jack came to the hospital to get me. He brought me loose sweatpants and a t-shirt to wear. I was all dressed and ready to go as the nurse wheeled a wheel chair in. The nurse and Jack helped me stand up and walk over to the wheel chair. I winced as I walked.
"Take your time," Jack said as he helped me walk.
I carefully sat down in the wheel chair and the nurse wheeled me out of the room. Jack walked beside me as the nurse wheeled me down the hall. We made it out to Bobby's car and Jack helped me stand up and walked me over to the passenger's side. I slowly got into the seat. Jack came around and got into the driver's side.
"Ready?" Jack asked as he looked over at me.
"Yeah," I said as I put my seatbelt on.
"Okay, let's go," Jack said as he started up the car and started to pull out of the parking lot.
I stared out the window as Jack drove down the street.
"Jack," I said as I looked out the window.
"Yeah?"
"I want to stop at my house and get my things," I said as I looked over at Jack.
"Are you sure? We could get them another time," Jack said as he looked over at me.
"No, I want to get my stuff while I can. God only knows if the cops are going to let him out," I said as I looked back out the window.
"Okay. We'll go get your things," Jack said as he continued to drive.
He turned down my street and stopped in front of my house. Jack got out of the car and walked around to my side. He opened the door and helped me get out of the car. We slowly walked to my house. I opened the door and walked inside. I looked around as Jack helped me walk around the house.
"You alright?" Jack asked as he looked over at me.
"Yeah. I just want to get my things and get out of here," I said as we walked down the hall to my room.
We stood in the doorway of my room. My bed was the same. The sheets were a mess.
"Just gather up my things. There are a couple suitcases in my closet," I said as I stood in the doorway.
Jack walked over to my closet and got the suitcases out. He started to put things in my suitcases as quick as he could. He knew that I could break down at any minute. I stood there and looked over at my bed. Flashbacks started to run through my mind.
My dad backhanded me and wrapped his hands around my throat as he slammed me down on the bed. He got into my face. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He held both of my hands down as he reached down and slid my pajama bottoms down.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I struggled to get free from his grip.
"You'll see," my dad said as he chuckled.
He pulled my panties down and got on top of me.
"Stop!" I yelled as I tried to get free from his grip.
Jack continued to pack my things as he looked over at me. Tears welded in my eyes as he saw me staring at the bed.
"Lacy? You alright?" Jack asked as he continued to pack my stuff.
He unzipped his jeans and slid them down a little. I continued to struggle and then he smacked me across the face. I was frozen in fear and I didn't know what I could do to make him stop. He forcefully entered me as he covered my mouth. My eyes were wide and I tried to scream but his hand was over my mouth. He laughed as he pumped into me hard. It was so painful and I felt like I couldn't move. He had never done this before and I couldn't believe that he was raping me. He continued to pump into me faster and harder as he laughed. Tears came out of my eyes. He moved his hand off of my mouth and started to punch me in the face.
Jack got everything packed and zipped the suitcases up. He came over to me.
"Lacy? You okay?" Jack asked as he tried to get me to look at him.
I broke out of my flashback and looked at Jack with tears going down my face.
"It really happened, didn't it?" I asked as I looked at Jack.
Jack nodded his head. More tears came out of my eyes as Jack pulled me into an embrace.
"Let's get out of this place. I have everything," Jack said as he grabbed the suitcases.
We walked down the hall and left the house. He put the suitcases in the back of the car and got in the driver's side. I took one last look at the house as Jack started the car. I knew one thing, I never wanted to come back to that house ever again.
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