I do not own Twilight or it's characters.
I woke up with my head absolutley throbbing, and my stomach lurching and contracting in pain. I squinted my eyes open, and realized I was lying on cold, hard asphalt. I slowly propped my aching body up onto my forearm, peering out of my squinted eyes hesitantly. Randall was gone, no where to be seen. My speeding heart beat slowed slightly at that realization, but picked up again when I glanced down my body. My shirt was pulled up, exposing my bra and the new deep scratches along my chest. My pants were halfway off, my panties pulled down completely. It wasn't until this moment that the pain from between my legs seemed to register, aching as if...I had been raped.
The whole world seemed to stop in that moment. All that was there was the pain of my body and the knowledge of what had happened to me. My stomach lurched again and this time I vomitted silent bile onto the asphalt next to me. As I continued to look down my body in a sort of daze, I suddenly felt the need to be covered. Ignoring the intense pain in my ribcage, I reached down and pulled up my panties and pants, and pulled down my shirt. I got to my feet as quickly as I could, holding the stone wall behind me for support. I needed to get out of here, NOW.
I stumbled back into the street, tripping and swaying as I tried to run away from the horrible scene behind me. It was night by this point, and the darkness frightened me more than ever before. Silent tears built behind my eyes but I refused to let them fall, knowing I wouldn't be able to keep running if my eyes were flooded with them. I ran and ran, trying to clear my mind and follow the direction I had originally come from. The run felt like it lasted forever, my entire body was screaming for me to stop and my head was spinning from pain but I had to get back to the square, I had to find Emmet and Jasper.
Oh God, Emmet and Jasper. I slowed down slightly, thinking of my brothers and the shame and embarrassment of what I had let happen to me. I couldn't face them, not when I was such a mess. I was starting to recognize the street ahead of me, it's the one that leads into the square. I came to a dead stop just before it, thinking hard about what I would tell them. I reluctantly looked back down at my clothing; my shirt was ripped and my jeans were stained with dirt. I ran my shaking hands over my hair, desperately trying to smooth it and wiping the tear streaks from earlier from my cheeks. There was no way that wouldn't notice something had happened. I could see the big clock in the square from here, it was only ten after nine. I was supposed to meet them about now. I could tell them I tripped and fell and hit my head, that was believable enough coming from me, and then thankfully I wouldn't have to pretend I wasn't in pain.
Resolved about my story, I continued at a normal pace into the square, wringing my hands together to distract myself from their shaking. I was all too aware of my breaths as each one caused a shooting pain to my ribcage, and I tried hard to control my face from cringing at every intake. I need to stay calm, I can fall apart later, just don't think about what happened, I reminded myself. Nearing the squares entrance now, I spotted my brothers waiting anxiously for me next to the attraction's map. Pulling my sweating hand through my hair one last time, I took a sharp breath and managed, "Hey guys".