Authors Note: I'm sorry for the wait... I've had a bit of writers block. You guys are seriously amazing with all of your reviews. I can't thank you enough. I try to reply to everyone, I really do. (: This chapter was...hard for me to write, and the warning below should explain why. Please let me know what you think if you get a chance, otherwise I hope you continue to enjoy.
WARNING: This chapter contains rape and assault. It's not in explicit detail or horribly graphic but it's enough to give you a picture...If you don't wish to read, skip down to the part that's no in italics. Thanks.
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Chapter Twelve
Pain is radiating through your body as Riley handles you roughly. "P...Please s-sto..p" You cry hoarsely, choking on your own sobs as you struggle in vain against his weight. He has his hands gripping your arms so tight, though; You're sure his hand prints will be permanently tattooed to your body once he's through with you.
Riley had sent the other two off, deciding he had first dibs. When the one who gripped your throat released you, and Riley put his hands on you, you reacted and punched him awkwardly with your bound hands; Immediately regretting the action when his fist rammed into your ribs, knocking the breath right out of you. He watched as you fell back against the concrete wall and struggled to expand your lungs and allow oxygen in. Tears had sprung into your eyes and you doubled over in pain, gasping for breath.
Riley then proceeded to force your body erect, slamming you against the wall and only making it harder to breathe. He allowed one hand to pull the ripped part of your dress down further to expose your chest while his other hand had crept down your thigh and lifted the dress up slowly. You had tried to cry out but you were still struggling to breathe and your open mouth only allowed him to shove his disgusting tongue down your throat, causing your stomach to churn. You had to try desperately to suppress the urge to vomit. You figured he wouldn't be all that happy if you did that directly into his mouth.
His grip tightens on your arms and he grunts in your ear before kissing your neck and making your skin crawl. You're starting to go numb now, you're tired limbs giving up the struggle as he uses you for his own personal pleasure. Despite this, you continue to cry and beg him to stop. You're only vaguely aware of your own sobs, your mind drifting to Jane. Her face enters your mind and you cry harder, wishing she could just hear your cries for help, wishing anyone could just hear you, take you away from this place.
When he's done, he extricates himself from you and releases his vice grip on your arms and you immediately crumble to the hard, cold ground. Your body is trembling and your head bows, a curtain of hair hiding you from his unforgiving and scornful dark eyes. You briefly look up to see him zipping up his jeans and when he looks back at you again, he only smiles, as if he's proud of what he's done. It causes you to look away as more sobs escape.
"Dun't git comfartable, lass...War far from done with ya." He says gruffly as he turns to leave. When you hear the door slam upstairs, you lurch forward and retch. The action leaves your chest and ribs screaming in agony. Once you're done emptying the contents of your stomach, you crawl away from the pile of vomit, despite being bound. It causes shooting pains throughout your body, but you force yourself to move away until you're far enough, that you wont get sick from the smell again.
You lean your back against the wall and work to breathe properly and stop your tears before you start to hyperventilate. Once your breathing is... Well, it's steadier than before, you slowly start to become aware of the pain below. With the pain comes a warm sticky liquid and you force your eyes down to see blood covering your thighs. A sob escapes your lips and you move to pull up the lacy black panties that are still around your ankles. It's painful just to move, but you work to pull them up before you somehow pull the top half of your dress up to cover your exposed chest.
When you finish that, you curl up against the wall and try to ignore all the pain, telling yourself it's all in the mind. You try to think logically, try to figure out how to get out but all you can do is cry. "Jane, p...please f-find me... H...Hear me, J-Jane... I n...need you." You cry desperately to nothing but the concrete walls surrounding you. You just want Jane to hear you, save you.
After crying yourself into helpless sobs without tears, your eyes grow heavy and just when you're about to cry yourself to sleep, a door slams and someone starts to descend the stairs. Your eyes snap open and your heart rises to your throat. "No, no, no, no." You repeat over and over. "Please n-no." You cry, hoarsely as one of Riley's lackeys appears. You shake your head vehemently, trying to cross your legs tightly, vaguely aware that you are calling out for Jane...
"Jane! Jane, p...please! H-Help me!" Maura cried, in her sleep as she writhed helplessly on the couch.
Jane scrambled out of the bathroom, barely pulling up her sweatpants as she tried to get to Maura. Her heart was in her throat. She barely avoided tripping over Bass as she came to a skidding halt and dropped to her knees in front of the couch. Maura was sweating and crying beneath the blanket Jane had thrown over her before deciding to take a quick shower while the ME slept, having fallen asleep against Jane during the documentary.
Jane gently placed her hands on Maura's shoulders, shaking as gently as possible. "Maur, wake up. You're dreaming." She said softly, not wanting to startle her. Jane felt sick to her stomach at the pain and fear her friend was obviously suffering.
Maura's eyes snapped open and she jolted upright, eyes wide as saucers. Her chest heaved as she tried desperately to expand her lungs with oxygen. She looked like some caged animal, but as soon as her fear filled eyes found Jane, her arms wrapped around the dark haired detective as she let out a heartbreaking sob. "Oh God, Jane..." She whimpered, nearly knocking the both of them to the floor.
Jane worked to steady herself as she wrapped her arms around the ME gently and began to rub her back. "Shhhh, you're okay, Maura. Everything is okay. I've got you." Jane said softly, swallowing thickly in an attempt to rid the tears that wanted to be shed.
"P...Please, d-don't leave me. I-I feel them...I-It h...urts." Maura sobbed as she pulled back and glanced down at her thighs.
Shaking her head, Jane pushed a damp piece of honey colored hair away from Maura's forehead. "I'm not going anywhere." She reassured, moving to sit beside her. "You had your thighs clamped together pretty tight." Jane said as she followed her friend's gaze.
"I f-feel th-em... I feel them o..on me, t-touching m-e." Maura whimpered, red rimmed eyes looking back at Jane. She brought her knees up to her chest and Jane watched as she tried to curl up into herself.
"Hey, come here." Jane said softly as she gently wrapped her arms around the honey blonde's waist and pulled her gently in her lap. Maura sat with her side to Jane, legs stretching out across the couch. "No one is touching you, I've got you." Jane whispered softly as she rubbed Maura's arm. She was light in Jane's lap, lighter than Jane would have expected but she suspected that not eating for almost two days would do that to you.
Maura was stiff at first, but as Jane's calloused fingers traced over her skin, she began to slowly relax. She settled down against Jane's chest, her face burying in the detective's well defined neck while her arms encircled Jane's waist. Maura inhaled deeply and closed her eyes as she allowed the scent of jasmine, lavender, and a scent that was purely Jane, raid her senses, calming her racing heart.
Jane held Maura close, running her fingers over Maura's arm and whispering words of comfort as her friend slowly stopped crying and trembling against her. She knew that kind of trembling. It wasn't because her friend was chilly. No. It was the kind of trembling that started within your chest cavity and vibrated your whole body. Anxiety. Fear. That's what caused it, and it was involuntary, quaking your body to the core until your muscles ached from the action.
Soon enough though, Maura calmed down. Her breath caressing the soft skin of Jane's neck. She was curled up against her friend, soaking up the warmth and comfort that Jane was offering. "Jane," Maura said in a raspy voice from her crying jag.
"Yeah?" Came Jane's reply as she tried to ignore the goose bumps that formed as she felt Maura's lips ghost against her neck.
"Thank you." Maura breathed, closing her eyes and nuzzling her face closer into her friend's neck, much to Jane's displeasure(Or pleasure?).
Jane took a slow, but shuddery breath. The feeling of Maura pressed against her, breath touching her neck was causing some serious inner conflict. The familiar feeling of butterflies fluttered from her stomach and into her chest cavity until she was sure she could puke up the insects. There was also a feeling of... What? Was it...Arousal? No. No that's not what it was. No. Jane shook her head at herself and dismissed all of the awkward, confusing and non-platonic feelings before her brain had a chance to process any of it.
However, Jane would allow herself to admit that she liked holding her friend. Who would have thought Jane Rizzoli liked to cuddle? Only for Maura... Jane thought as she subconsciously pressed a kiss to her friend's forehead.
Maura, who was seemingly unaware of her friend's inner turmoil sighed contently against Jane as her arms tightened around the Italian detective. She had thoughts of her own. They were slightly similar to Jane's. I didn't know Jane liked to cuddle. It's... Nice. I rather like the way her arms feel around me. Strong. Protective. Maybe she's only doing this for me, not because she enjoys it. The honey blonde sighed at her rueful thoughts and lifted her head. "If I'm making you uncomfortable, you don't have to-"
Jane cut her off. "Wh-what? No, no. I...No. You're fine, Maura. Of course you're not making me uncomfortable. I-I'm the opposite of uncomfortable... I'm... comfortable..." Smooth, Jane...Very smooth. She berated herself. The dark haired woman swallowed the lump that had formed and offered a smile. "Just... Relax." Jane said softly.
Maura smiled a little, her hazel-green eyes studying her friend carefully, looking for insincerity. When she found none, her smile only broadened and she placed her head back on Jane's shoulder. "I had no idea you liked cuddling, Jane..." She teased softly. "You're quite comfortable." Maura added.
Jane chuckled softly. "I normally don't..." She replied as she stared absently at the blank TV. "But for some reason I don't mind it with you." Though she didn't mean it, her voice had lowered slightly. They were silent for a while, each caught up in their own thoughts before Maura's stomach made itself known.
"Sounds like someone is hungry." Jane mused with a soft laugh.
Maura lifted her head and shrugged. "A little, I guess." She said as she looked down at Jane's arms around her.
"Well, I'm hungry too so let's order some Chinese for dinner." Jane smiled and watched Maura nod softly.
"Okay." The honey blonde said as she regrettably moved herself from Jane's lap and allowed herself stand slowly to stretch a little. Jane stood up herself and moved to the kitchen to grab the number and the phone. She already knew what they wanted.
The Chinese arrived 30 minutes later and Jane paid the young delivery boy, but before Jane could shut the door, the boy stopped her. "M-Ma'am...? A-Are y-you detective Rizzoli?" The pizza faced teenager stammered.
Jane's body stiffened and her grip on the door knob tightened. She studied the boy a moment, before glancing behind her to see Maura on the couch. She stepped further outside, gripping her piece that rested on the side table by the door. She kept it there as she nodded with a hardened expression. "Yeah, who wants to know?" She asked, in a hushed voice, brow raised.
The boy swallowed and squirmed nervously under her unwavering stare. "I-I'm a-also 'sposed to give ya this..." He mumbled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a wrinkly piece of paper and handed it to her.
As the boy reached into his pocket, Jane braced herself, only allowing her body to relax slightly as she noted it was just a piece of paper. She glanced around briefly before taking the piece of paper with her sleeve and before she could ask who gave it to him, the boy took off.