Part Nine
"Eurgh." I groaned as I gained consciousness. I was so sore. So very sore. I sat up slowly, pain surging through where I'd been violated. I sniffed, pulling my ripped shirt closer to me, tears pricking the backs of my eyes upon remembering the full extent of what had taken place before I'd been knocked unconscious. If only I'd have rung dad. Cal wouldn't have had the chance to have his way with me. I got up from the park bench I had been laid across and looked at my surroundings. I was closer to Dougie's house than anything else familiar. And no phone meant no police. And there was definitely no one about at this time of night.
I stumbled out of the park and hugged myself for warmth. I was numb anyhow. I felt broken. I scampered quickly up Dougie's drive as I saw a light on, knocking on the door continuously until there was an answer.
"For Fcks sake Brenna, go away!" He rubbed his eyes tiredly then looked me up and down, eyes widening. I don't think I was looking at my best somehow. My shirt was torn, the buckle on my skirt was ripped completely off and where clothing had once been, there were just scratch marks showing, beads of blood surfacing on top of them. "What happened?"
"I don't know." I broke into sobs as he ushered me inside. "I...I was at the party a...a...and Cal was really trying it on S...So I left and called you but he was waiting for me. I should have rang dad."
"What did he do?" Dougie asked placing his hands on my arms. I flinched under his touch, causing more uneven sobs and heavy shaking of my shoulder as I tried to keep my breathing regular.
"He took w...what I was saving." I stuttered, breathing becoming more erratic. "He said it was my birthday present."
"Calm down sweetie. I'm going to ring your dad and then we'll take you to the hospital okay?" Dougie pulled me in for a hug immediately as I cried even harder.
"I thought you hated me." I sobbed into him as he made hushing sounds, stroking my hair as he did so. "Cause of what I said about you."
"No, of course I don't." He said softly. "You just made me realise a few things that I didn't like about myself."
We pulled away out of the embrace slowly. I looked up as Dougie's eyes locked onto mine. I could feel my cheeks heating up as he brought a hand up to my face, gently pushing a few stray strands of hair behind my ear. I felt his lips against mine almost instantly. My arms travelled up and secured themselves around his neck as I parted my lips, Dougie's tongue begging access. A life time seemed to pass before my brain eventually kicked in. I pulled away pretty sharpish and Dougie knew why.
"Sorry." He mumbled, sincerely apologetic. "I'll umm.. I'll call Harry now then?"
This guy was one of my dad's best friends.
He was almost twice my age.
Jeez Brenna, think about this.
Brenna doesn't think.
Cause if she had, she wouldn't have done this...
I leant up on my tiptoes once more and our lips met again briefly.
"Don't tell dad about that." I whispered. He smiled shyly and walked off into the next room, the phone in his hands.
Once Dougie had made the phone call, dad rang mum. They were going to meet us at the hospital. Dougie had driven me and was now waiting as I sat in a hospital bed after being prodded and poked in places I had never known of.
"Well, it's going to be sore for a few days, Brenna. We've taken the samples we need and you'll get those results in a few weeks. We've administered emergency contraception and the police are outside when you're ready to speak to them." A nurse explained smiling sympathetically. I nodded in acknowledgement and felt Dougie squeeze my hand as she left the room.
"Do you want me to stay with you while the police are here?" He asked.
"I.. I don't want to be alone." I sniffed.