Chapter 13

"Okay, just check on her in a little while. If she's sleeping, let her. She hasn't been getting much sleep. We might be a while, so don't get nervous if we're long. And remember, if she asks what doctor we're at, just tell her you don't know. If you need anything, call." Theresa babbled, as she began to leave the house with her husband and youngest son.

"Okay, bye." He closed the door behind them, before making his way into the kitchen where his girlfriend and Dean were. "Do you want to come check on her with me?"

"Yeah." Dean nodded, as he heard the shower water upstairs go on. He exchanged curious looks with Justin, before they quickly made their way upstairs. "Alex?" Dean oepned her bedroom door, but it was empty.

"Check the bathroom, the water's on."

"Okay." He knocked on the bathroom door, hearing no answer except for the hundreds of water droplets bouncing off the shower floor. "Alex?"

"Maybe she can't hear with the water on." Justin suggested, slowly opening the door. Dean slowly and cautiously walked over by the shower, gently pulling the shower curtain back. There in her pajamas was Alex, blood spilling from her arm. "Oh my gosh. Juliet! Call 911!"

Alex!" Dean shouted, grabbing the nearest towel, and applying pressure on the deep, bloody wound. Justin turned the water off and pulled the drain up, begging to let the water flow away. Juliet came running up the steps, with a phone in her hand.

"What's going on?" She asked, but nobody had to answer. Alex was sitting in the shower, blood surronding her, and a knife beside her. "Oh my gosh." She quickly dialed 911, leaving to the hall, preventing passing out from the sight of the blood.

"Alex, why would you do this?" Dean asked, pulling her onto the bathroom floor. Justin wrapped a dry towel around her as Dean continued to apply pressure.

"I want to die." She sobbed, feeling her body tremble. The sirens finally went off, reveling Dean. The paramedics kicked the door down, made their way up to the scene and rushed Alex into the ambulance on a gurney. Justin drove the three of them to the hospital, debating when he should call his parents. He knew she would probably be okay, except for the fact of why she did this. He knew she was depressed, but he didn't think she'd actually try to kill herself.

He pulled out his phone, dialing his Mother's number, but she didn't pick up. He left a message, before being pulled into a hug by Juliet. She rubbed his back, trying comfort him. Dean got up as his phone rang, walking outside. "Hello?" Dean said, almost as a question. "Hello?"

"I have your girlfriend."

"Who is this?" Dean's eyes grew wide with terror, his heart suddenly increasing with speed.

"Take a guess." The voice was almost a whisper, and sounded familiar.

"I don't know. Who is this?"

"Is everything alright?" Justin asked, as he came outside to check on Dean

"I sexually abused your girlfriend and I'm gonna do it again. I'm going to rape her... again. She's a slut. I'm gonna take her with me and abuse and use her as a slave. She's a...."

"Get the **** away from us! Leave her alone! You ****** *******!!!!!" Dean screamed, as the line soon went dead. He punched the hospital wall, gritting his teeth.

"What happened?"

"Mason called. He...he told me he's going to rape her and he called her a slut and he's going to abuse her and use her as a slave."

"I'm going to call that FBI agent that spoke to us. She can probably track down the number and find him." Justin pulled out his phone, just before Dean left inside. He dragged himself to the front desk, getting the woman's attention.

"Where's Alex Russo?"

"She's in room 202. They're giving her a blood transfusion, she passed out from losing too much blood." She glanced back down at her computer screen, as she continued to quickly type.

"Are you sure she's in there?"

"Yes, there are doctors working on her." She looked up at him, burrowing her eyebrows. "Is there something wrong?"

"This guy that was abusing her called and he told me he had her. I just wanted to make sure he was making it up."

"I know exactly what you're talking about. I was in the middle of the situation the other day. I'll send somebody to double check for you." She sweetly smiled, attempting to comfort him. She buzzed a doctor, instructing them to check on Alexandra Russo. And that doctor soon buzzed her back. "She's there and healthy. They stitched up her arm, but they said if they didn't do a blood transfusion immediatly, she would have died in the next hour."

"But she's okay now, right?"

"Yes, in fact you can go visit her."

"Thanks." Dean took off, strolling down the hospital, viewing into every room. He stopped in room 202, where Alex was. "Hey."

"Hi." She whispered hoarsly, glancing down at her fingers.

"How...how are you feeling?" He tried to make conversation, feeling awkwardness sink between them- something that hadn't happened since their first date, or as they thought of it, "second" date.

"Okay...I guess."

"Did...did Mason rape you?"

"No, I told you he didn't." She said, feeling sick from just hearing his name.

"He called me before...and he said he....um...ra...raped you."

"He's tried too, but he hasn't."

"What about that night...you know...at the party?" Dean hated to admit it, but he knew he had to.

"You know that was you that night." She denied, trying not to even think he was right.

"Alex...that night...I woke up in my house...alone. And I'm pretty sure I remember what happened that night. I even remember getting onto the bus to my house. But...you woke up at the same house. And you can't remembered I thing that happened. And I'm pretty sure I didn't have sex that night and Date..."

"Don't!" Alex cut off, feeling a lump develop in the back of her throat. She began to feel the tears building up, knowing her was right, but she couldn't admit it. "This can't...this can't happen."

Dean didn't know what to say. His girlfriend was Anorexic, depressed, abused, raped, and now suffering from PTSD. He hated seeing her like this. And he knew that Mason didn't just hurt Alex, but hurt everyone close to Alex. "It's going to be okay."

"Maybe it didn't happen. Maybe nobody touched me that night."

"Do you still have the clothes you wore that night?"

"There in my room."

"Did you wash them?"

"No, I was so disgusted...I just...threw them on my floor and haven't touched them since." She began to cry, but managed to calm herself down.

"I'll be back in a little while." He started for the door, but Alex stopped him.

"Please don't leave me."

"I'll send Justin and Juliet up. And I won't be long" He promised, and Alex nodded. And he wasn't long. He returned, quietly slipping into Alex's room. "The doctors are testing your clothing...for you know. It stays there forever."

"You told them?"

"Alex, it's okay."

"No, it's not! How could you tell them?! Now more people are going to want to talk to me! And...I can't..." She stopped, gasping for air. They all recognized what was happening, but yet they all panicked. She was having another panic attack, but none of them knew how to control it. Justin dashed out the room, searching for a nurse, while Dean and Juliet attempting to calm Alex. The nurse followed Justin back into the room,

"Alex, breathe. You're going to be okay, breathe." And sure enough, Alex calmed down, clutching her chest. "Has she eaten anything?"

Justin shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes. "She did, but she threw it up. We can't get her to eat."

"Well then, we're going to have to inject food into her."

"Would you stop talking about me like I'm not here!"

"I'm...I'm sorry Alex." The nurse smiled at her, but she just rolled her eyes. "The test results will be back soon."

"I don't want the test results. I wasn't...raped. I couldn't have been raped." She gritted her teeth, tears beginning to fall again.

"Dean, what's going on?" Justin whispered, low enough for Alex not to hear. Dean took him outisde the room, explaining what he thought had happened, while the nurse injected the nutrients into just as the nurse left, Dean entered alone.

"I...I kept having this dream that I was at this party and I was locked in a room. And M...Mas...he was there trying to take my clothes off I was trying to stop him, but he was too strong. And every time I went to speak...I couldn't. And..." She paused a moment to choke down her tears, as she continued to sob. "The whole thing is very unclear, but..."

"Alex..." Dean's soothing voice trailed off, speechless. He didn't know how to comfort her, because nothing made her feel better.

They were both startled as Alex's cell phone continueosly vibrated. "Hello?"

"You're right. I did rape you. And I'm going to do it again."

Alex looked up at Dean, tears streaming from her eyes, uncontrollably. "How...how did you know...we were talking about that?"

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