Okay, so no one was offended? Good, then I get to keep rolling with this for a while.

I always see rape delt with in an unrealistic manner, so I wanted to put a little reality back in it and make people realized the severity of it.

Here you have it, a continuation. (By the way, I couldn't proofread this one, my supervisor caught me and is now watching me like a hawk. DX I swear she's a fucking ninja! I didn't even see her coming!!!)

Episode 32 - Change

The adreanaline sobering her up somewhat, Clause managed to wedge herself into a nook on the side street the bar was located at. Finally, she was out of the direct snowfall, but still, confused as to what had just happened to her. She had a feeling she knew what happened, but was hoping it was just a dream.

Looking at her phone, she could see that the screen was water damaged and she couldn't tell what time it was. "Dammit." She was freezing, the snow laid out on her black hair kind of resembled a mesh, covering it all. Her bare legs felt as though they were being stuck with several thousand pins. As far as she could tell, she had fingers, only because she could see them beneath the dim porch light in the closed off section she menuvered into.

Moving the digits on her hands as best she could, she dialed the number of the only person she felt she could trust with this. "Please work." She sobbed. No tears fell.

'Hello?' A very groggy voice sounded over the speaker.

"Winry...can you come and get me...please." She did her best not to cry into Winry's ear, but wasn't very sucessful.

'What?' The sound of Winry's voice became more alert. 'Where are you?'

Clause could hear the sound of rusteling, she assumed Winry was just getting out of bed. "I'm by the RBC.*" She looked across the street to the blue sign of the bank. "I'm on the stairs in between two buildings, but I can see the bank across the street from where I'm at."

'Are you alone?' Again, the sound of movement.

"I am now...I don't know what he did to me Winry...please, hurry."

'I'll be there as soon as I can.'

"Thank you." Clause hit the end button.

Winry hung up her phone and continued getting dressed. She had done this before, but to have her say what she did, she wasn't planning to take her home, but rather right to the hospital, if this wasn't just another ploy of hers.

Winry had her liscence, but still wasn't allowed to drive after midnight, and it was two in the morning. Not caring, she grabbed the key copy that was given to her by her parents and stealthly snuck downstairs and out the front door. It seemed that the storm that was going on earlier in the evening subsided and they were just left with unforgiving bitter cold air.

Making her way downtown, she headed right for the bank that Clause had mentioned. Knowing full well where it was, because it was the only RBC in the area, she slowed her driving down and looked around for her distraught friend. Figuring that Clause was over exadurading again, she was use to the drill. Clause would drink, drink to much and she would be left holding the bag and was the one responible for taking her home.

Wriny pulled over and stepped out of her vehical and looked around. Another posibility was that she got in an argunment with someone there and was taking her usual hissy fit outside. The Capri was a sketchy place in her eyes to begin with, and she hated the fact that Clause managed to get in every time. Looking for her across from the bank, she saw someone curled up in the corner, covered in snow.
"Clause..." Winry could see that she wasn't kidding. Taking a sprint, Winry rushed to her friend's side. "What happened?" She said, brushing some of the snow away from her hair. Touching her leg briefly to see that it too was ice cold. "You're freezing! How long have you been out here?" Winry tried to help her to her feet.

"I don't know. Some guy took me out here. I didn't even see his face. I blacked out Winry, I don't know what happened." She began to cry uncontrolably. "I don't---I..."

"Shh-shh. Don't worry, we'll get you right to the hospital." Winry was taller than Clause, and was both a base and a top, so her arms were incredibly strong. Reaching around her shoulder and then the back of her knee, she picked Clause right up off her feet and made her way back through the snow and to her car. Opening the door, she helped her sit on the back seat. "Here, bundle up, we're going to go to the emergency room."

"Winry...you can't tell mom. She'll be so mad." Clause said, tears making random strands of hair stick to her face.

Not being able to say so either way, she nodded. "I'll do what I can for you."

After making their way to the regional hospital, she got Clause signed in with the triage nurse and they took her right away. Winry herself waited in the lobby for anything that might be wrong. If what Clause was saying was true, they may be looking at a potential of it being rape. Winry tried her best to push that idea from her head, but all scenarios pointed to it.

The young blond girl reminised about her brush with something scary like this, and didn't want to wish it on anyone else. Her case wasn't anything scarring, but it was something to learn from.

Winry was still quite tired from the days events, so she found a visiting room and laid on her side on the couch and dozed off.

It only felt as though only a few minutes passed, but in actuality, it was an entire hour when she felt a gentle nudge on her shoulder waking her up. "Excuese me, are you Winry?" A female voice sounded.

She stirred awake. "Oh, yes."

"The doctor want's to speak with you."

Winry could feel herself on the verge of crying. She knew for a fact that Claus had done some pretty terrible things in her time to other people, but nothing that would warrant this happening to her. At best, she deserved a good smack, but never this.

"Hello Winry." The doctor's voice alone was enough to make her want to cry. "Clause has given me premission to speak with you."

Winry nodded and mouthed the word 'Okay', her voice was stuck in her throat.

"We did an examination, and from the looks of it, we are dealing with rape." He said with a lowered tone. "However, on a better note, from the examination, we found no seman, he wore a condom, and it was utilized properly. So, we can at the very least be thinkful that she hasn't contracted anything. At least, nothing that we can test for so soon."

Holding back the tears, she nodded. "How do you know if she was...for sure."

Though the question was vague, the doctor understood. "Ther's a little trauma, some bruising, nothing major, but it's still there. Do you know if she would want to press charges? We can iniate the paperwork here and include any findings we have."

Winry thought for a moment. "Maybe...I mean, the security camera's would probably show who it was. I'll have to talk to her...it's just...she doesn't want her mother to know."

He nodded while fixing his stethascope hanging around his neck. "Understandable. Things like this are difficult on girls her age. We have a thearapy group if she wants to come during school hours, we can write the school a note excusing her. Her parents don't need to know a thing."

"Really?" She was surprised they had such a thing. "I'll mention that to her too...can I talk to her soon?"

He took a step back from the examination room and held out his hand as if to say 'go ahead'. "She's still not feeling well, probably from the alcohol. But you can talk to her if you would like."

"Thank you."

"If you need anything, I'll be down the hall, but I will be coming back in a short while, I just have another patient to tend to. Clause has a little frostbite on her limbs, so she needs to be treated for that."

"Right." She turned and entered the room to see Clause, alone, staring out the window at the lightly falling snow, it had started again in the early hours of the morning, but just a light fluff falling. "Hey Clause..." She didn't know what else she could say.

"Why did this happen?" She said, distant, gazing off into nothingness of the snow speckled sky.

Shaking her head, Winry did her best to be strong for her friend. "I really don't know...but maybe it would be a good idea not to go to the bar till you're old enough. Guys are so much bigger than us right now, it's hard to defend ourselves properly."

"Sure...but...I tried so hard to make my life better. I started taking my pills again, I made amends with Al, I only snuck out once, tonight...but still, I get this. Am I really that bad? Was this the last straw?" She said, still not making eye contact, but now, showing the emotion of sadness. Tears fell from her eyes at a fast pace.

"No, not at all." Winry answered honestly. "Who ever it was who did this, it's them who's at fault, not you. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. The doctor wanted to know if you were pressing charges. They said they can included their findings in the police report right here if you want to open a case. We can't change what happened, but we can at least get the fucker who did this."

She shook her head. "...I really don't care...I just want to forget about it."

"Clause...what if he does this to someone else?" She reasoned. "...If you don't want to, we can't force you. But please, consider it." She didn't even bother mentioning the thearpy sessions.

"Just take me home so I can sleep this off." She sat up in the bed. "I don't want anyone to know." She glared out the corner of her eye. "Even that dork you get tutoring from."

"Edward? No, I won't tell him." As much as she didn't want to keep it a secret form him, she knew it would be for the best. Not that she couldn't trust him, Winry herself just didn't want to talk about it.

"Good..." She made eye contact with Winry for the first time since she walked in the room. "Just so you know, I'm giving up on the good girl routine. I'm so sick of pills and trying to be the perfect little girl everyone wants me to be."

"Clause, don't be so harsh. I'll help you wi--"

"Shut up!" She yelled, cutting Winry off. "I don't care. You can kick me off the team if you want. But I'm giving you fair warning, the nice girl you knew, is gone." She rose to her feet, tetering a bit from the dehydration.

"The doctor said he was coming back. You have frostbite." She brought some reason to the conversation.

"Fine. But I'm going to smoke in the bathroom. I'm too stressed." She pulled the cigarette package form her purse on the night stand next to the bed.

"Okay...hurry. He'll be back." Winry watched her friend walk out of the room and off to the bathoom down the hall. As soon as she was sure she was out of ear shot, Winry broke down and sobbed for her friend's misfortune, making sure she could get in under control for when she came back.

Winry took her home and she immedeatly went to her room, silently. Being back in her warm bed was one of the only things that still felt the same. Walking hurt, breating hurt, thinking hurt, but the sheets and the soft comforter felt the same. Taking solice that it was something that didn't change, Clause closed her eyes and finally got some sleep, a dreamless sleep.

This is only the beginning. It get's worse. I really wanted to bring a bit of a dark edge to the story, because it's been pretty happy-go-lucky for the first while, so I think this will be a different stroke for me.

Now, I know I write based on expirence, but this isn't one of those instances. Just so we're clear. -_-' So I want to appoligize if at any point I'm insensitive towards the topic. But just so you guys know, I'm tip-toeing with it due to the sensitivity surrounding it.