Roses at Midnight 20
Author Note: LOL. In total, my last chapter at exactly 777 words. Couldn't do that again, even if I tried...:) ;P
"How is she doing?"
Everyone in the waiting room looked up the second Nikki fumbled out the question, and the doctor's mouth curved upward just a little bit as he said, sounding wiery and tired, "She's in stable condition, but we're going to need to keep on her. Her body...she's been through serious assualt. But she is going to live, and she will be ready for visitors in about half an hour."
Her body...she's been through serious assault.
The words racked the seventeen year old mothr's soul more than anything else possibly could.
Claire felt so, so, so much for the seven year old.
She knew exactly what it was liked for your body to be visited when you were so young but someone you didn't truly love or didn't know; she knew the pain and the fear. She knew how the force terrified the vicitim into being limp, to the point where all they could do was take and try not to scream. She knew what is was like to feel like you were so invaded, yet so alone, and the emotional ripping it took.
Oh yes, the fifteen year old light-browned newbee knew exactly what is was likle.
That's why she was her first visitor.
"Who are you?" Prim whispered hoarsley from the bed, lying there helplessly in all her pitifullness/fear, "where's Miss Nikki? Is she mad? ...I'm sorry this happened. Will you tell her?"
"My name's Claire," the other spoke softly, sitting by her carefully in a chair, "I'm Miss Nikki's best friend. I'm here to help you."
"Are...are you an angel?" the youth's eyes glistened.
"Not quite...but I know what those men did to you," the words made both of them freeze for a few moments before she continued, "but you have to tell what they looked like. You actually need to tell me everything you remember. It is very, very important."
The little one hiestated, "Do you promise your Miss Nikki's real friend?"
"Yes..." Claire spoke, voice shaking as she accepted the younger's outstretched, questioning pinkie, "I promise."
All Kendall could do was repeat six words to her:
"It's not your fault. I promise."
Even if he'd never experianced it himself, he knew exactly how she felt. She was blaming herself for everything when the real ones at fault were the three men, and yet he knew why she doing that to herself. He barely knew her personally and her past, but he did know he was crazy for her and only cared for her happiness. His own powerful emotions for this girl as he held her tight, allowing her to soak his shirt with tears and let the pain overcome the two of them for what seemed like a bitter foreverness.
Not your fault, Nikki. I promise it's not.
"Kendall..." her voice was so soft and meek from before that it shattered his aching, twisting heart, "she's my daughter...they raped my baby girl."
He swore then and there was going to kill all three of those men personally.
Carlos knew something was up with his own girlfriend.
It was pretty apparent that the fellow seventeen year old had fallen for Kendall before they met, so it might be a tad bit less awkward for her to pour out her heart and soul in such a tragic event. Even so, his own new girlfriend had not done the same, because she'd pretty much instantly shut down on him and fought the will to cry around him obviously. When she'd come out of Primrose's room, her eyes are puffy and her hands trembled in her pockets, and yet she couldn't seem to tell him what happened inside of there.
What in the world is wrong with this chick?
It was official: Carlos Garcia was now an investegator man on a mission.
Camillie was a naturally dramatic person, but her sobs were legitament as Logan told her the news.
To hear about such a thing happening to such a sweet girl broke her heart into small pieces, and it sparked a fire deep within inside of her to make a change. Standing up from where she'd dropped the phone, (and call,) she made a few calls to the newstation and headed out quickly.
I'll be screwed before this goes unnoticed...