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Maya's POV
This can't be happening. Not to Riley, she never stood a chance to fight him off. I don't know what to do. I see Riley grab on to Lucas as if he is a shield, I see the tear tracks carving the way down her face. I should have realized what happened, I should have been there; I could've stopped it. It. That's what whatever or whoever had done this to Riley was going to be called in my mind, it.
I was so far into my land of mistakes that I barely heard Zay ask what had happened.
I quickly gripped his and Farkle's arm and dragged them down the road out of hearing distance of everyone else. Let Riley be with Lucas and let Josh call the paramedics.
"She was-it-um-she was –r-r-raped." I spit out looking down at the cobblestoned street immediately.
"What?" I hear Zay say with a razor edge to his voice as if knew something.
"That little son of a-" Zay said almost ending the phrase until Farkle cut him off.
"And thus begins the supernova." Whispered Farkle.
"What." I said not comprehending what he meant.
"You're the moon Riley's the sun. The sun was going to blow up at some point, this is some point. It's our job now to pick up the pieces." He explained.
"Do you not realize what just happened!" I screamed, my voice rising into hysteria.
"Maya, breathe. Riley needs you; she doesn't need your tears, your anger, any of that right now. That's for us in the waiting room. Right now we need to find a box to lock these in and throw the key somewhere far away, let's say the hospital waiting room." Said Farkle, with a calming tone.
I took a deep breath and turned on my heel. My walk back to Riley was only three seconds but in those three seconds I saw ten years of growing up, her innocence, her naivety, her trust. But I also saw a strong woman, a woman made of love, made of diamond. The strongest material known.
"Hey." I said kneeling behind Lucas where I could see her head peeking out from behind his shoulder.
Josh's POV
No. No, no, no, no. This isn't possible. This doesn't happen to people like Riley. Riley never hurt anyone. Yet somehow here I am. Staring at my little sister by three minutes in a nearly catatonic state, clutching onto Lucas as if he was a light post in a hurricane. How am I going to tell our parents? All the talks given at school, never trust a man in a big white van, travel in pairs, stay with the class. All of that down the drain, what good that had done.
I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed 911. I tried to remain calm and give the 911 operator all the information she needed until she asked what it appeared happened. That's when I stumbled on the word. I knew what had happened, I had said the word in my head a million times. As my mouth formed the words I quickly spit them out as if they were poison.
"She was raped."
Riley's POV
There are other people here now. Paramedics, EMTs. They say they want to help. They try to put blankets on me to shield me from the rain I didn't even know was pouring. I haven't done anything except for grab on to Lucas and cry. That's all I knew how to do anymore.
Lucas stood up and climbed into the ambulance with me still attached to his torso. I was so terrified that at any moment he would look down at me and see what I had become, the broken rag doll. He would fling me off and everyone would sneer at me, laughing at what happened. What's one more crack if the glass is already shattered?
Lucas's POV
My shirt is saturated in Riley's tears. I don't know what to do. My princess, my moral compass, my everything. The thing that did this to her will pay; he will rebuild Riley town brick by brick with Maya, Farkle, Zay, Josh, and me.
After ten minutes of the paramedics trying to persuade Riley to release he grasp on me I slowly stand up and climb into the ambulance with Riley still attached to me. They run as many basic tests as they can, but I can see something in their eyes. Something's not right. They're conversing quietly pointing at Riley's back writing down notes; one of them even calls the hospital. He calls for prepped OR. My heart drops a second after that, OR. OR stands for operating room. I slowly press my hand to Riley's spine and have to blink back tears. I don't know what's wrong with it but something is.
We get there after about fifteen minutes of basically complete and utter silence and I quickly and quietly hop out of the car, shielding Riley from the rain and exposure to people outside with the sweatshirt I was wearing. It's her favorite. We got it on our summer abroad in Paris, meilleures choses sont à venir. Better things are coming.
Maya's POV
Farkle, Josh, Zay, and I drove behind the ambulance in our rental car. It was dead silent. Not one word. The only clue that everyone was breathing was the fog on the windows. As soon as we got there Zay ran off to "call the trip chaperone" while Farkle, Josh, and I headed in.
After hearing that she was allowed no visitors at the moment I slumped into one of the chairs. I closed my eyes and practiced the 4-7-8 breathing technique that every hipster in New York swears by. I think it could of worked until I heard the crinkle of plastic beside me and realized that Josh was sitting next to me.
I had always liked Josh but after this it seemed like the least of my worries. But, that doesn't mean that I couldn't get a little giddy when he pulled my head into his shoulder allowing me to let my tears out. I had found the key I threw away earlier. It was Josh.
