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Chapter #57
Ashley was still in her safe place, watching the movie. She looked down, seeing that she was wearing Darcy's trench coat.
The last hour or so was a blur. Hell, she wasn't sure if it was an hour or not. After Julian walked out of the room, bragging about how he wouldn't be caught. Her best friend wrapped her up in his trench coat and started barking orders to his goons.
The next thing she remembered she was lying on top of a queen size bed with a bright yellow bed cover with his coat as a blanket now. They were in a hotel suite. She could see the room was divided by a free-standing beige wall. There was a TV mounted on top of maple brown TV stand. Two pictures hung over the beds but Ashley couldn't tell what they were from where she was lying.
She could see part of the other room which had a beige leather couch with several brown pillows. And then were was a maple brown desk beside it. She could see his goons walking around and hearing Darcy talking on his cell phone. She couldn't make out what he was saying.
He hung up and then walked into bedroom area of the suite, sitting down on her bedside. "I just called Dr. Reid and he is on his way. Harry is coming as well," he whispered in a calm voice.
"I also called Dr. Stacy Grant. She is a doctor whom I trust. She is coming here and is going to be examining you."
"No, no, not another rape kit," she heard her voice.
She moved her head toward him. "No," she said quietly.
"Sweetheart, you know if there was any other way, I would do it. But I will stay with you during this time."
A knock at the door then she heard it opening and closing. A slender woman who dressed in hospital scrubs. Her chestnut-brown hair was twisted into a bun and held by a clip on the top of her head. She came in carrying several paper bags folded up underneath her arm and a black medical bag in her other hand.
Darcy stood up, "Hi, thank you for getting her so fast," he said.
"Ashley, this is Dr. Stacy Grant. She is the doctor that I was telling you about." Ashley didn't answer her, just stared at them.
Darcy looked at her and Ashley could see the concern in his eyes. "She's been like this since I found her."
She nodded, "It is called Disassociation, I have seen it with victims of sexual abuse. She will come out of it when she feels safe." She set her black medical bag and her paper bags down on the bed. She started to unfolded the paper bags.
"Ashley, we'll start right now."
"Her boyfriend worked for the FBI. He is coming over with a female agent. Could we wait until then," Darcy offered.
"No," Ashley said quietly. They both looked at her.
"You don't want to wait for Dr. Reid," he asked.
"No," she whispered again.
Dr. Grant nodded. "We can get started now."
Ashley watched from her room as all of the bags were unfolded and sat on the floor in a row. She saw Darcy tucking his tie inside his shirt and putting on his gloves. She bent her head down, covering her face with her hands, quietly sobbing.