A/N Sorry for the lateness :P
Mackenzies POV
"Peej, wait!" I said, skidding across the hardwood floors after him.
"I can't Kenzie"
"Just listen to me, please."
"No, I don't want to hear it now."
"Pj, please, I can explain, just let me."
"Kenzie, I care about you, a lot. And I think you're being a bloody idiot, but you of course won't listen to me-"
"I'm NOT being an idiot!" I interrupted.
"Yes you are, and you are too stubborn to understand that, probably because you're still new to the world. But please remember I am here for you, whatever you need."
"I-" I start then pause, not knowing what to say.
"Go shopping with the girls, and try to be nice," Pj said, handing me my backpack and coat.
"Peej-"
"I'll text you tonight, Kenz," Pj said, kissing my cheek before closing the door between us.
"Peej," I said, pressing my hand against the door, imagining Pj was doing the exact same thing. I turned away from the door and started walking down the street towards the tube, watching fat lazy raindrops smack the pavement. I turned away from the roads of shops and instead headed towards the small park nearby. I sit on the edge of the fountain that had stopped running.
"Look at the little ducky that has wandered away," a voice cooed behind me. I turned around to see Collin sit next to me.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
"Nothing yet; so are any of your little friends around?"
"No, I got in a fight with Peej, and Dan hates him and me now. And Phil probably hates me too. And I'm supposed to be shopping with the girls but-"
"My god, woman, just shut up! No one actually cares about your stupid, pathetic, no-good life. You could be gone tomorrow and no one would give a flying fuck. 'Cause you are a worthless peice of shit!"
"Collin, what are you saying?" I asked, tears streaming down my face.
"NO! BODY! CARES ABOUT YOU! I meant to get rid of you originally, but now will have to do." Collin screamed pulling out a knife.
"What-"
"DID I SAY YOU COULD FUCKING SPEAK, YOU WHORE?!" Collin screamed, slapping me with such force that I fell into the fountain that was collecting cold, disgusting rainwater.
"I-I-I'm sorry," I stuttered.
"You will be when I'm done with you," Collin said menacingly, getting into the fountain and straddling me, using his knees to hold me in place. I started to scream, but Collin shoved his tongue down my throat, while undoing the button of my jeans. Collins hands moved up under my shirt, touching everything, before moving his hands to his own pants.
"You move or say anything, I will kill you," Collin threatened, removing his belt and using it to tie my hands together above my head. I nodded, believing every word he said.
"Now there's a good girl." I was not prepared for him when he enter, so I couldn't help but scream out. Collin took this as delight, and continued to go harder and faster. I couldn't help but think, first times are not suppose to be like this, as he continued to thrust into me. Once he finished, or what I thought was him finishing, he still wasn't done with me. He took his knife blade and cut open my shirt, then led the blade through my soft skin. I had cut myself multiple times with a knife while cooking, but none of them had been as bad as this.
"Shhhs, shhhs, be a good girl for Collin, there you go." Collin continued to murmur this type of nonsense as he carved into my flesh holding, one hand over my mouth. I counted each time the knife went into my stomach, my thighs, my arms, my face. The face definitely hurt the most.
"Now, I'm gonna wait here until you bleed out, being the good boyfriend I am, and I'm gonna tell you a story. I never meant to kill your roommate; she was probably a nice, highly functioning, good person. But after she saw me with a knife going through your stuff, well, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do. Now that I have gotten to you though, oh I never thought you would be so, sweet and delicious. And new, brand new. That was the best part. You were brand new. I'd like to imagine you were saving it for me. And you were so good, and obedient, you could have done so well, if you were as stupid and worthless as you are. You really are a little peice of shit, nothing but a street whore. I'm doing the world a favor by this really. I'm a good guy, and you're just a wanna-be star, but honestly you bloody worthless-" That was all I heard of Collin's 'story' before I blacked out, and I believed every word of it.
"Shit- how- this isn't happening dude, what the hell?"
"I don't know man, this is… this is…."
"Noo," I mumble, halting the sound of guy crying. Honestly, guys shouldn't be allowed to cry.
"Kenzie, can you hear us, open your eyes, or squeeze our hand, or something…"
"Mum?"
"Kenz, it's us, Jack and Finn."
"It…..ouch."
"Just hang in their Kenzie, help is on the way - shit, what the fuck happened- this isn't possible."
"Hey, Finn, I'm gonna go to the end of the park and get the paramedics in here- shit what is going on mate, this is unreal."
"I know man, let's just hope they get here quickly."
"Dan, it hurts, a lot."
"I know Kenzie, I know, just hold in there."
"Get her up onto the stretcher, she's losing blood quickly."
"We're losing a pulse here."
"Neck and spine are stable."
"Cuts along torso, neck, legs and face."
"Possible rape case here."
"Fuck."
"You two, come with us."
"We need an operating room open STAT."
"Is she gonna make it?"
"There's a slim chance she won't."
"Are you her family?"
"No- yes."
"Well, which is it boys?"
"No. But we can call her brother."
"Do you know anything about her medically?"
"No- yes."
"Boys?"
"Yes, maybe a month ago she was hospitalize for, uhhh, not enough food, I think."
"Ok."
"Operating Room One is open."
"We need 3 liters of O- blood, STAT."
"Cuts along the abdomen won't stop. Possible internal organ puncture."
"Possible broken rib going into the lung."
"Fuck."
"We need to move people, let's go."
"I'm sorry boys, but you are gonna have to wait here."
"Fuck."
"Im sorry, kenzie, I need you to wake up, kenz i need you, im sorry."
"C-collin?"
"Kenz, what was that?"
"Mmph."
"Kenz, baby, what did you just say?"
"It hurts."
"I know, just uhh, try and open your eyes."
"It…. peej?" I ask, opening my eyes.
"Oh my god, Kenzie, you're- it's- I-"
"I'm sorry."
"Kenzie, oh baby, none of this is your fault, there's nothing to be sorry about."
"It is my fault, I'm sorry."
"None of this is your fault."
"Then why are you crying?"
"I'm just… happy. I'm happy that you're okay."
"Where's Dan?" I ask.
"I can't I'm sorry dan, but I can't be here, its too much," Phil screams from the hall.
"You think its too much for you?!"
"YES, I think it's too much for me, I'm sorry, but I CAN'T be in there!"
"IN THERE is my SISTER we are talking about, and oh look, you just can't grow the damn balls to go in there!"
"Dammit Dan, you know I can't!"
"Well, I don't give a damn, that is my SISTER, basically your SISTER, and you are just going to leave her? NOW, of all times?!"
"Dan, just- I know this is hard on all of us, you especially. Just take a deep breath," Chris soothes. "Phil and I will stay here in the hall while you go in there with Peej; they only allow two visitors at a time anyways."
"Pj, why are they fighting?" I ask, turning towards him, curling up in a ball under the hospital blankets.
"I don't know…"
"Well, can they stop?"
"Um, yeah, I'll go out and talk to them."
"No, stop," I whisper grabbing his hand, "Don't leave."
"Um, ok, well it sounds like they've stopped, so I'll just stay right here."
"Thanks."
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"Aren't they suppose to be coming in here?"
"Uh, I think so."
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"Do you want me to go check on them?"
"No."
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"Achooooooooo."
"Gunnzuestight."
"Thanks."
"Are you cold?"
"No."
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"Yeah."
"Uhh, do you mind?"
"No." Pj got onto the hospital bed with me; I flinched. "you ok?"
"Yeah sorry."
"Not your fault."
"Yea-"
"It looks like Miss Howell is stable enough to move out of the ICU. The most crucial thing was the removal of her right kidney, which was successful and her body seems to be coping well. We do have her on the list for a donor kidney, but it is not crucial at this point. Besides that, three of her ribs had been broken and it will take a while for those to set, along with stitches along her torso and face. The cuts along her her arms and legs should heal naturally with possible scarring. We are still waiting for the test to return to see if she has received any sexually transmitted diseases." The door slams shut as Phil walks out. "Other than that we suspect she will have a healthy recovery."
"Shit."
"Is she suppose to sleep this long?"
"That's like the fifth time you've asked that Chris."
"And? No one is answering me."
"We don't know."
"Well maybe she's awake and doesn't want to open her eyes and see your fugly face."
"Noomph-" I mumble trying to open my eyes but damn hospital lights are bright.
"Oh my god, Mac? It's me, Dan."
"Shit sherlock no.. no wait- no shit sherlock," I splutter; the painkillers are making it hard to string together words.
"How you feelin Mac?" Dan asks, trying to hold back laughter.
"Like I was hit by a ton a bricks, everything hurts, and I just can't- it hurts, Dan," I say, my tone going from joking to crying and pleading.
"Oh mac, it's ok, you're ok, everything is gonna be ok, we're ok."
"I just want to go home."
"I know, I'm gonna go check when you can come home, okay?"
"Don't go-" I start to say, but he's already gone by that point. "Shit."
"Well, looky there, looks like the little ducky has finally woken up." Fuck.
A/N and looky there, that was a weir thrown together chapter, real import, so maybe that makes up for the delay. Hopefully. Reviews and comments really help to get things updated sooner, just sayin' :P