Part Ten
"Miss Judd? Would you be willing to give a statement?" A male officer asked as I sat up in bed. Dougie went to protest but the female officer interrupted.
"We realise that this is a very difficult time but it's crucial that we find him before he does this again." She spoke, smiling slightly.
"I don't want him to do it to anyone else." I said.
"Now, try and remember as much as possible for us okay, Brenna?" She smiled and pulled out a notebook. I nodded and began to speak.
"He dragged me to the park, I remember that. he kept slurring stuff to me but I couldn't make out what most of it was. He took off his trousers and I was pinned to the ground. I...I couldn't do anything to stop him." I paused slightly, breathing deeply before continuing. "He kept repeating happy birthday to me. A...and then he hit me. T...then I woke up and walked to Dougie's, and he brought me here."
"And Mr Poynter, could you describe Brenna's appearance when you saw her?" The male officer asked.
I couldn't help but think he reminded me of PC Plod from Noddy.
Must remember to keep mouth shut from now on.
I'm getting good at that.
I've been practising.
"Her shirt was ripped. I could see all cuts and scratches. Her stomach was bruised and red. Her belt buckle had been ripped clean off as well." Dougie spoke, his hand clenched in mine.
"And, what is your relationship with Miss Judd?" The male officer asked raising an eyebrow at mine and Dougie's hand clasped together.
"Friends." Dougie glared up at the man in front of him.
"And can we confirm the name of the attacker?" The woman asked quietly, obviously approaching this gentle subject with care.
"Calum Jacobs." I replied in a whisper as tears rolled down my cheeks.
Mum and dad arrived shortly afterwards. The police had left after Dougie had told them I was hardly in a state to answer any more questions than I already had. Which was true. To a certain extent. Although, perhaps it was just that I needed some time to myself. It hadn't registered what had happened until mum asked.
"No one's told us anything. What's going on?" She fussed as she sat where Dougie had been minutes before hand. He was now stood, back against the wall, looking out of the nearby window.
"T...the sleepover, was a party and.. C...Cal was there.. An...And I really liked him.. I thought he.." I trailed into sobs, still trying to talk, yet nothing came out as any sense. "..And then he...he… I couldn't stop him… I...I'm so sorry."
"Oh sweetheart!" Mum exclaimed pulling me into a hug as Dad kissed my forehead gently. I watched as Dougie walked to the door, before turning around and mouthing at me.
"I'll Text you." Was what I made out. I winked and watched as he left the room without so much as a bat of an eyelid from mum and dad.
"When I get out am I going back to yours?" I asked mum. "Cause all of my stuff is at dad's."
"You're staying with Harry permanently." She smiled, pulling away from me slightly.
"I don't understand." I frowned.
"Well," Dad began. "Your mum has found a home for people like your gran, and.."
"There are places for the psychologically disturbed/evil masterminds?" I gasped.
"Brenna!" Mum scorned. I rolled my eyes as Dad stifled a laugh and continued.
"A home for your gran.." he said. "And once the house is sold, Beth's moving in, I mean, your mums moving in."
"We wanted to take a week away somewhere soon but if you're uncomfortable being on your own with Dougie then it's okay. We don't have to go sweetie" Mum smiled, sweeping some hair out of my face to reveal my bloodshot and tired eyes.
"No, go ahead. I'll be fine." I smiled weakly.
They were going to get back together for good.
And that's all I care about.
Not forgetting the week with Dougie.
On my own.
Score!