Lots of trigger warnings, Sexual assault, rape, self neglect,
so please don't continue if this triggers you.
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Arizona drove herself home from the airport to an empty home, hands shaking tears running down her face. Sofia and Callie were gone, their new life without her awaited them in New York. All she had ever wanted was for the pair to be happy, even if their happiness came without her. Giving Callie the ticket for Sofia was the hardest thing she had ever done. Callie had promised she could visit anytime but for Arizona it wasn't that simple, New York was a plane ride away, and since the plane had crashed Arizona had sworn off flying, still waking up in the middle of the night screaming as the plane she was on sped towards the floor, remembering the impact as her leg snapped, the screaming, only to wake up covered in sweat in bed alone.
Getting home she found herself restless. She needed to burn off energy she couldn't be in the house she had brought for her daughter, looking at the painting on the fridge, or the football net outside it was just making it worse, and there was only so much crying she could do. It was sunset outside, not too dark yet, and for once it wasn't raining. Getting on her running gear, her sporty leg and setting off her rock play list Arizona took off.
Running wasn't something she had done much of, since losing her leg, but over the last month she'd taken it up again, finding the rhythm and method that worked with her amputation. Before it had been a coping mechanism with life, and she was enjoying getting back to it. Back to normality and having a different stress relief, one that didn't involve sex with Callie.
She was a lot slower than she had been before but was getting better with each run that she did.
Taking the short cut through the park she marvelled at how deserted it was, how she was alone the only one out enjoying this moment.
From behind the trees a figure emerged stepping into her path, Arizona tried to stop but the momentum carried her into him.
"Sorry" Arizona began, as his hand closed around her neck, she tried to fight as he began dragging her backwards into the bushes he had emerged from. Arizona tried twisting, scratching, and kicking but whatever she did it didn't seem to deter him. Once out of sight of the path he threw her to the floor, causing her to smack her head off the floor by the time the stars had gone, and Arizona had tried to move he was on top of her.
With horror Arizona felt something sharp against her ribs, without looking at it she knew it was a knife.
"You move too much or scream, and I'll carve you up" he threatened as he easily began slicing off her clothes nicking her skin as he did so.
Arizona tried to fight the knife moving from her hip where it was cutting off her pants to her neck digging in slightly, she felt his other hand ripping her underwear then groping her breast his mouth sucking the blood off her neck. She sobbed as she felt him enter her, she was bone dry, and felt ripping as he pounded into her again and again.
He finished getting up and walking off. His parting message "Such a slut," he muttered, "if you tell anyone I will hunt you down, I will kill you and your family" Arizona lay on the damp grass bruised, bleeding and broken. Eventually she sat up, gathering the remains of her clothes together. She knew she should call the police; she knew she should report it, but that meant telling someone. Her finger hovered over the 9 button on her phone, as she thought of all the rape kits she had done. Unfortunately working in Paediatric trauma rape kits were part of life, Arizona had conducted over 50 in her career. Each time she held their hand and reassured them they were very brave and doing the right thing. How could she do that and not report her own. She'd be lying to every child she'd said that too betraying their trust. Pushing herself to standing she dialled 911 waiting for the operator,
"Police please, my name is Arizona Robbins I've been raped".
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