It had been a week or so since I'd visited Waterloo Road. She hadn't been answering my messages and we hadn't seen each other since the kiss. My heels clicked as I waltzed into the staffroom; bag over one shoulder and iPhone in hand. 'Morning.' I said in my cockney accent. I get a few nods. Nikki would normally smile back and say morning but she wasn't around. In fact she wasn't even in the room. I want to ask where she is but will it sound strange me asking, will they realise that something is going on between us. 'Where's Miss Boston?' I question. Christine answered smugly 'Miss Boston hasn't graced us with her presence all week.' 'Oh.' 'Why do you even care?' she questioned and I looked her in the eye. 'I may just be the benefactor of the school but it's mine Christine. I'm the one footing the bill.' I replied bluntly. Christine who was about to retaliate saw my glare and silenced herself. Leaving the staffroom, I typed Nikki into my phonebook, so far I hadn't used her number but I guess I could say it's for a professional reason. Hey, this is Nikki you've reached my voicemail. I'm not available right now but if you want leave a message and I'll get back as soon as I can. I sighed. I was in love with her and her voice put me at ease. This was unlike Nikki though, she'd never missed a day of work; she was a fighter. Something must be wrong.
I reached her house which was tiny compared to mine. Parking my red Ferrari, I quickly made my way up to the door. I rung the bell waiting for a response. 'Nikki…Nik.' I called. 'Nik…It's up.' The door opened ajar the catch lock still attached. 'Lorraine what do you want?' she whispered. She didn't look like the Nikki I knew. She had dark rims around her eyes and they were puffy and red, she looked like she hadn't slept in about ten years. She was dressed in loose clothing wrapped up and she looked like she was about to burst into tears. 'I heard that you haven't been in work for a week, Nik are you ill?' She shook her head gently. 'What is it then?' 'I….I…I can't.' 'Nik…just let me in come on now.' I begged her. She slowly opened the door before stepping back. She padded into the lounge and I followed slowly behind putting my bag and phone down, trying to look more casual open to whatever she had to say. I sat next to her. I leant over to place my arms around her waist but she jumped a mile. 'Nik….you ok.' She burst into tears.
Nikki's point of view:
She had tried to hug me, only hug me but I freaked out. Since the attack last week, I can't sleep or eat. I wake up with nightmares. I haven't been into work. I used to be strong but now I'm broken. I'm just scared all the time. Lorraine hands me a tissue and smiles sympathetically. 'Look Nik…I understand if you can't tell me but I want you to know what I'm here for you whatever it is.' I looked into her sparkling blue eyes and at her slightly glossed lips, her petite waist her gorgeous blonde hair. 'I can't.' 'Nikki you can tell me anything.' She replied softly, obviously not wanting to freak me out again by raising her voice or any physical contact. She really didn't know how to respond to me or react but I was slightly comforted by the fact that she stayed put and tried to be emotive towards me. These were the sides of Lorraine that few people got to see. 'I…..I …..I couldn't stop him.' 'Who?' The way she looked at me if anyone, she was someone I could tell, someone I needed to trust. 'Kyle Stacks he made me.' I rubbed my eyes viciously with the tissue, making them redder, rough like the way he was with me. Lorraine reached over and rubbed my back reassuringly. I tried to breathe calmly but I couldn't help but panic because a, she was touching me and b, I was so terrified about what I was going to say. I felt the same sick feeling rising up. Lorraine looked at me genuinely worried. 'Made you do what Nikki?' 'He grabbed me and…he.' 'Nik. 'She was whispering now like she knew the words that were going to come out of my mouth. 'Grabbed me and made me well he …' I coughed and was choking back tears. 'Nik if you're going to say what I think.' I interrupted her. I needed to get this off my chest; it was becoming a bigger pressure than when I was pinned down. 'Raped me.' I said bluntly, anger as well as sadness and pain beginning to consume me. Lorraine didn't have to say anything then, but I could tell by the look in her eyes; she understood.