I wish you all a happy Easter-time. My little "present"...another update to one of my stories ;)!

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The boys stood up when the doctor came to them. They had been waiting for any news for hours. They tried to listen carefully what the doctor said but somehow everything was like in a dream "…but other than that they will be fine."

They sat down again and were relieved but then the doctor kept on talking that there are some things they cannot tell them, because they are not family but that they needed to talk to Brooke Davis parents.

"They are not living in Tree Hill. Um…can…can we see them?", Lucas asked insecure but the doctor shook his head, "I am really sorry but an officer is talking to them right now. Please call her parents immediately"

"But when can we see them? We need to see them and why can't you tell us what you'll tell her parents. They don't care for their daughter…. they…", Lucas was getting madder and madder with every moment. He needed to hold his girlfriend and he wanted her to know that whatever had happened that he would be there for her.

"After the officer have talked to them, which will be in about an hour.", the doctor just answered and left them alone again.

Lucas sat down frustrated and started calling Brooke's parents. But of course he only reached their mailboxes. He had not expected anything else.

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Brooke, Rachel, Haley and Peyton were all on their beds in the same room. Brooke and Rachel were still out of the pain medication, while Haley and Peyton looked sadly at each other and tried not to cry.

They all looked so bruised and were covered in bandages. They felt very weak and tried not to wake the other but when an officer came into the room and closed the door loudly Brooke began to scream in shock. She did not know where she was.

"No….Nooo…", she screamed so loud that everybody shivered and probably even people outside the room could hear her.

"It's okay Brooke.", Rachel took her hand from the other side and squeezed it, "We are safe now."

Brooke looked confused around. On her left was lying Peyton and on her right Rachel. All of them looked so vulnerable and she could only guess how she looked like. The officer, a man in his fifties, sat down in front of them.

"Hello girls, my name is Mr. Bert. I have some questions for you four but we have to wait till...ah, there he is." Another officer in his forties came into the room and was shocked how all the girls looked. Of course he did not show his shock and tried to stay cool. He seemed to be a bit more caring than his partner.

"I cannot talk to you all at once but one at a time, so we need to get you into another room".

All of them except of Brooke nodded. They just wanted them to get their torturers as soon as possible. Of course they were still afraid that they would come back to get them.

The investigation took very long. Each of the girls was questioned for over an hour about everything that had happened. They wanted to know every detail and did not hesitate to ask painful questions.

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"So, they drugged your friend Miss Davis?"

Haley nodded "Yes, at first we thought that she was using the drugs but then we got this videotape that showed us how these…these men came into her room and drugged her."

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"You said that she was raped by them, did you see it?"

Peyton swallowed hard. "No, I…um…did not see it. But…we heard her screaming and…when she came into the room…after…that…, her whole body was in bruises. And um…she…she had blood coming down her pants.", Peyton cried the whole time.

"So, you suggest that she was raped but you did not saw it?", one of the officers asked again. They were so cold that Peyton looked shocked at them. "Are you telling me that you don't believe me?"

"I am not saying that. Just answer the questions Miss Sawyer."

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"No, I did not see it. But I heard her. This is enough. And I saw the blood on her and I saw how she puked and looked at us after they raped and had beaten her. I saw how they undressed her and bathed her. Those…those…sick bastards and…I saw her with them in the Jacuzzi.", Rachel screamed at the officers while the tears went down her face.

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"What? I cannot believe that you ask me such a question. Have you seen her? Have you seen us? We….", it was enough for Haley. She felt like she was accused of being the bad person and lying and started crying hard into her hands.

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"So, Miss Davis. Can you tell us what happened?", Brooke looked out of the window from her bed and stayed mute for a long time.

She started whispering "We were attacked by those men."

"Did you know the men?"

"No."

"What did they do to you?"

"They drugged me."

"How come you did not realize that you were drugged?"

"They came at night."

"Apart of drugging you, what happened exactly?" Brooke closed her eyes and tried to forget the day she was with the four of them alone in the room. She heard herself pleading over and over again and she felt the pain and was so disgusted by herself at the moment. It was like all their fingerprints were on her body.

Brooke then looked at the officers, "Nothing. They kept us hostage and when we ran away they caught us and kicked the shit out of us, as you can see."

The officers wrote everything down and taped it.

"Did these men sexually assault any of you?"

Brooke immediately shook her head. "No.", she could not tell the truth. She could not say yes and tell them what they had done to her. How they had enjoyed using her body and thrusting into her while she had pleaded over and over again to stop. She could not tell them how they had laughed at her and had touched every part of her at them mean time.

"Did they rape you?" Brooke suddenly had problems breathing.

"No they did not. Don't ask me such questions. They did not.", she screamed and hyperventilated.

A nurse heard her screaming and went into the room.

"What is going on?", she asked confused and then she saw the two officers. Nobody had told them that they would come and she knew the two officers very well. They were good in getting criminals but lacked emotional intelligence and she knew that they had probably asked that girl anything they wanted to know.

After a heated discussion the officers finally left the room and the nurse gave Brooke something to calm down.

"They did not. You have to believe me. They did not.", Lucas had heard her screaming and without hesitation he ran into the room. He could not care less that he was forbidden to do so. He was shocked to see his pretty girl crying hysterically. He went over to her and held her tight.

Brooke looked up into his eyes and repeated, "They did not Broody. You have to believe me. They did not. They did not touch me, Lucas. I wouldn't have let them. I wouldn't. Please believe me. Please. You have to."

Lucas ran through her hair and held her tight until her medicine started kicking in and she fell asleep in his arms. Her face was still totally wet from her tears. She looked so vulnerable and small in his arms that it broke his heart.

When she slept, he was the one who started crying. Nobody had told him anything about a rape. But it was obvious to him.

The nurse was still in the room and looked sad at the young couple. Lucas just had to ask the question.

"Did…did they rape my girlfriend?"

The nurse did not say a word but of course they had made a rape kit and had given her the morning-after-pill. She was not allowed to tell him anything but nevertheless she nodded.

"Oh my god.", Lucas held his pretty girl closer to him. Although she was in bruises, she looked so calm when she was sleeping, but he knew that this was just an image.

An image that would go away when she would wake up. He knew Brooke all too well; he knew that she would try to push him away, that she would keep everything inside of her. He knew his pretty girl. A girl that did not talk about her own problems that much. At least not the big problems.

She had never admitted how much she missed her parents or how much she feared being alone. She always had tried to be the strong and cheery cheerleader. Of course a part of her had been that person but she had been also the vulnerable one.

Lucas feared what she felt now and how she would react, but there was no way that he would leave her, although he did not know what to do. Not at all.

Lucas held Brooke's hand the whole time while she was driven in her bed into the room again. She was still sleeping.

Lucas looked sad at the other person in the room, his friends.

Felix was hugging Rachel, Jake had his arms around Peyton and Nathan hugged Haley. All of them looked like they had been crying and looked at Brooke and Lucas.

Lucas tried to show a small smile but he did not manage to smile at all. At the moment there was nothing to smile about.

He had never thought that the vacation would turn out like this, with his friends lying bruised in bed and in physical and emotionally pain.

Nobody knew what they should say. There were no proper words, so they all stayed mute for a while until they heard Brooke moaning and slowly waking up.

"Hey honey.", Lucas avoided calling her his pretty girl because he still did not know why she had said that she was not his pretty girl any more. But he had a clue.

Brooke looked up at Lucas, she did not smile nor did she cry. She just looked at him for a moment and then turned to the other side.

Lucas immediately went into her bed and held her tight. Although she tried to get away, he turned her around, so that she had to face him.

"I love you.", he whispered and kissed her forehead. She hid her face into his chest and started crying. She cried for hours and she was not the only one crying in the room. All the teenagers did. She tried to push him away all the time but finally she let it go and let him hold her.

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Sometimes things happen that are so hard to deal with that you believe that you will never get better. That you will never smile again. That you will never be the same again.

You feel so helpless and alone that you wish you could just vanish into nothing. Brooke felt like this at the moment. She felt like she had no power over her own life and emotions any more and she felt like those men had taken everything away from her. Everything that she had been.

It was not the physical pain that was the worst, it was the emotional one; the feeling that everything that mattered to you, now looked different. And the worst was that she was disgusted by herself. She wished she could just wash away their smelling and draw over the image of their smiles.

She cried because it was too much to handle, too much to understand and too much pressure. Pressure that she should tell her friends, her family, the cops, the nurses and doctors everything.

A pressure that was so heavy that she had problems to breath. A pressure coming from Lucas as well. She knew that he would do anything to help her, she knew that he would hold her for days, if that were what she needed.

But the biggest problem right now was, that she did not know what she needed. Right now she felt like there was nothing out there that could help her.

Right now she felt like she had turned into Brooke Davis, the girl that was raped. Nothing more.

And she knew that she would feel pity with any girl that was raped. But she hated to see the pity in the other ones eyes. She hated it so much that she preferred to be alone. She hated to be that girl.

Although Lucas was holding her, it did not feel good. She felt ashamed and valueless. She felt like she had never felt before.

She hated herself for feeling this way and she just wished to get another shot that would make her laugh at everything. Her body still ached for those drugs. Drugs that would help her to forget everything.

It was just too surreal. Although one knows that anything could happen to you; you can die tomorrow, today, get raped by strangers, have car or airplane accidents or even a heart attack at a young age, you think "this will never happen to me."

Well, that's what Brooke Davis had thought as well. Once.

And now she was lying in the hospital and was another statistic.

Another rape victim. Another young woman whose life had changed drastically because of other people.

Brooke Davis, the girl who had been raped and drugged by four mysterious men.

And then you look back at old pictures of your own as a child and feel jealous of yourself. Because there was a time that your life was easy. Full of joy and happiness. And then you feel pity with this young girl because you know what this girl will have to go through.

Through hell.

But I can tell you that if Brooke Davis will manage to go through hell, she'll come out as a stronger person and she'll feel a happiness she'd never felt before.
But getting out of hell. That's the worst task ever. And not everybody does make it.

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Thanks for taking your time! Take care!