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Chapter 85
Unforeseen
Jake
Becky's personal caregivers pushed us - really carefully this time - back into her room.
There we were already expected by all.
Only Becky's mother was no longer there, because there was a younger brother who had to be cooked for.
Becky woke up once briefly after that, but she seemed to be talking a little jumbled.
Said something about Edward being with her.
But her eyes quickly fell shut again.
I sat on the edge of her bed the whole time, carefully holding her hand, which now had an IV in it, and gently stroking over her face again and again.
Becky was smiling, no doubt due in part to the drip that was slowly but steadily infusing her with painkillers, but also rubbing off on the mood of her visitors now that Carlisle was there and announcing that everything had gone well.
She would probably be dazed for some time and only awake briefly now and then.
We talked in whispers and contrary to how this day had started today, the mood in the room - generally speaking - was not necessarily gloomy.
Becky's father asked Carlisle out into the hallway in private.
I looked at Dad questioningly, but he said it was just a matter of some billing details.
Private room? Treatment by a chief physician? I suspected that her father's health insurance did not cover this. And knowing my family by now, her father still wouldn't have to pay a dime.
Dad nodded in agreement.
'Thank you!' I looked at him.
"What does money mean when it's about family!" he indicated to me with a smirk, which I didn't really understand.
In terms of content, sure, but what was funny about it?
"Don't ask. You probably wouldn't believe me right now anyway," he followed up, confusing me some more.
But Jazz and Em were chuckling enough that Mom and Leah were also getting mistrustful.
"That I do not believe now!" muttered Dad out of nowhere.
His equanimous, thoroughly amused face, gave way to an expression of hatred. He pushed Mom away from him and stepped behind me. He literally pushed me onto the bed.
"Mike's here!" he almost growled.
He said something else, but I heard nothing more.
Bail was the only thing I still understood. Immediately I felt the fire in me as my gaze snapped back not to Becky herself, but to her visible injuries. Anger and thirst for revenge resurfaced unbidden. The idea of what I would do to Mike made me bare my teeth in anticipation, even though I was sitting here as a human being. I would have jumped off the bed, but I couldn't. Not only had Dad's arms stopped me, but Jasper had also jumped up at these words and stepped to the bed to hold me from the side. I felt him trying to nullify my anger with his gift, but he didn't succeed. I could phase to get rid of them, but I didn't want to do that. I wanted to take down Mike as a human. Besides, I was too constricted and much too close to Becky. I could hurt her. I was shaking with inner tension, but I concentrated. If I wasn't allowed to take him out already, I at least wanted to hear what the hell he was doing here.
"What are you doing here?" asked Becky's father.
I heard the sound quivering with anger.
"Moderate yourself and be glad if I don't report your daughter for libel!" I heard a venomous but self-assured voice I didn't know.
"Mike's father!" muttered Dad.
I wasn't acquainted with the family, but Mike's father was well a household name to me. He was to most at our school - and in the scholastic football scene, he was something of a hero. About thirty to thirty-five years ago, he went to Thornton Academy himself and was quarterback like his son. He was THE quarterback. According to the 'legend', back then the championship was won thanks to him alone. A large picture of his days at our school from back then hung awe-inspiringly in a large display case.
"Have you taken leave of your senses? ... You want to report my daughter? ... Who is lying seriously injured in the hospital?" Henry continued to ask, seemingly on the verge of losing his patience.
"I am sure that this serves only the pretense of false facts. That this is a conspiracy to denounce my son and my family. Just because your little girl can't handle my son rejecting her. Surely you just want to collect money for pain and suffering!" his father said in an obnoxious tone of voice.
I quivered with heat and began to growl. But hands continued to hold me.
"Mr. Hanks. I can assure you that this is in no way a case of false pretenses. Miss Young has been raped. That the perpetrator is your son will be proven beyond a doubt," Carlisle intervened.
"Have you ever asked this Jacob Black what he was doing at the time? After all, he's already had a go at my son once. I wouldn't be surprised if he had something to do with this," rumbled Mr. Hanks further.
I couldn't believe what this man came up with to protect his son.
My blood was almost boiling. My anger increased and I tried to free myself blindly from the many arms that held me. I did not succeed - in the meantime Emmett's and Leah's arms had also joined in.
"The question didn't arise because he brought Miss Young here. Moreover, Miss Young's testimony left no doubts," Carlisle said dryly.
"Then all this can only be a misunderstanding!" Mr. Hanks now apparently wanted to play down the situation and Becky's father finally burst with anger.
"A MISUNDERSTANDING?" he vociferously shouted.
Abruptly, we turned around as he was beating Mr. Hanks through the door.
The hands did not leave me. I continued to be held back.
"Does THAT look like a MISUNDERSTANDING to you?" he asked angrily and with a flushed head that seemed to be about to explode after Mr. Hanks stumbled into the room, caught himself a bit by the bed and was now looking at Becky, who was thankfully asleep at the moment.
Mr. Hanks' face turned pale as he traced the various injuries with his eyes. An expression of horror emerged very slowly as Mike entered the room behind him.
He appeared proud and free and grinned.
"He's assuming that his father will bail him out. Like he always does!" Dad whispered to me.
Mike and I looked at each other.
If I had an enemy on this earth, it was him. All my hatred flowed into my gaze.
"You dare to come here!" I stated bitingly.
I growled, which made Mike back away a bit. His self-confident facade crumbled a bit. But he pulled himself together again.
"Sure! I haven't done anything wrong," he announced defiantly, but was rebuked by his father this time, while the countless hands held me back as I tried to make a move towards Mike.
"Shut up!" the latter snapped at Mike angrily and slapped him so hard in the face that he staggered against the wall.
Former football player. He still had the stature of a bull. And apparently also the strength.
A small satisfied smile twitched at the corners of my mouth.
But this was far from the last blow Mike would receive!
"Jake," Becky muttered suddenly, which immediately distracted me.
All my body tension was gone.
Immediately I sat down with her again and took her hand.
She opened her eyes, but I tried to keep her gaze on me. Mom also came to the bed to block her view of the visitors. We succeeded and Becky slipped back into a shallow stupor.
I hung my head in relief and took a deep breath.
Whatever I was going to do with Mike was not going to happen here and not today.
"I'll pay you $500,000 if you withdraw the charges!" muttered Mike's father, now defeated.
"Are you crazy?" interjected Mike, receiving a devastating gaze from his father that caused Mike to fall silent.
Becky winced at the sound of Mike's voice, and I breathed a reassuring kiss on her forehead.
Mr. Young's jaw dropped.
The Young family was not poor, but also not rich. Such a sum was certainly a tempting offer when it came to sending two children to college, paying off a house, and generally doing some good for his family, when on the other hand stood something that he could in no way undo and at the same time saved his daughter from having to describe the rape over and over again.
"I'll pay a million if the charges stay!" growled Dad, and the three fathers present glared at each other.
Becky's father incredulous, Mike's horrified, and mine determined.
"Two million!" then considered Mike's father.
"I will double any bid!" clarified Dad.
"Who are you, anyway?" asked Mr. Hanks after a moment very concentrated, his eyes narrowing suspiciously together.
"I'm Jakes ..." he began, but I stopped him from continuing.
'Don't think about telling him you're my father. He'll drag Mom into court for seducing minors if he senses a chance in it to save Mike!' I thought quickly.
"... classmate," he finished.
"And what business is it of yours?"
"I am only interested that a violent criminal is put under lock and key! I have two sisters whom I do not want to visit in the hospital for the same reason ... Becky wasn't the first and she certainly won't be the last as long as he's on the loose!" dad downplayed his motives a bit, but made it sound threatening as hell.
Mr. Hanks slumped a bit, grabbed Mike roughly by the clothes and dragged him out of the room. They left the hospital.
I asked myself if this would be the only attempt to change any minds here.
Becky's father looked completely confused, but he said nothing more for the time being.
Carlisle retrieved a glass of brandy from his office and handed it to him.
He drank and took a deep breath after dropping into the comfortable armchair.
"Two million," he muttered to himself, stunned.
It was barely understandable. His eyes slowly slid over every single person present in the room, seeming to scrutinize everyone.
"As I told you before, Mr. Young, you don't have to worry about whether or not your health insurance will cover the cost ... One might say it's already settled," Carlisle smiled kindly at him.
He nodded - a little intimidated.
Becky soon woke up then, even perked up, and I was quite surprised at how good her mood was.
Well, she wasn't exactly dancing around the room with joy, but didn't necessarily appear down eather.
Henry Young relaxed.
She would have dreamed that Mike was here.
I was not sure. Should I lie to her and confirm that it was just a dream? Or would she rather I tell the truth? Who knows if he would come back here again? Maybe with a bunch of lawyers in tow.
Mom took the decision from me and said that it was certainly just a dream.
When dinner came, I was a little surprised.
Food was brought in for everyone, not just Becky. And it didn't look like the usual hospital feed.
Dad gave me a quick wink at that statement.
I rolled my eyes.
What other surprises did they have in store?
Emmett, Jazz, and Leah said goodbye right after dinner.
After Becky got off the phone with her mother, her father also headed out. He would come back with his wife in the morning. Mom and Dad then joined us right at the bedside, where I was sitting without shoes by now.
I guess that meant we would be driving soon and I would have to leave Becky alone. Everything in me resisted and Becky also became restless and clawed - as long as it was still possible - into my hands.
"You can stay here," Dad said casually beside me, however.
Um ...? What? I'm sure I hadn't understood that correctly now. Visitors had to leave the hospital sometime in the evening. That's always been the case. And they certainly wouldn't make an exception for me. They didn't when Mom was lying here and Leah and I refused to leave.
"Ask the owner of the hospital," Dad smirked.
I drew my eyes together.
What was he trying to tell me?
"Carlisle!" he followed up.
"You're kidding me!" I wanted to know.
That's how I felt right now, and I was actually quite sure of it.
"No, he isn't," Carlisle just re-entered Becky's room.
Mom slid awkwardly off the bed in shock, and I toppled backward in disbelief.
Of course, Mom was saved from harm while my thick head banged against the bed.
They briefly told us how it happened, and Becky swallowed considerably.
I would have, too, but I was too flabbergasted to even move.
"Jasper is already working out the legal contracts in the next room," Dad was still saying.
"You guys are impossible!" mom complained.
"No, thoroughly!" Dad replied to her and gave Mom a kiss.
"How can I ever make it up to you?" muttered Becky guiltily to herself as a tear escaped from her eye.
"By getting well!" said Carlisle calmly, stopping the little tear.
Tentatively, Becky smiled at him, knelt on the bed, and took him tightly in her arms.
Carlisle then left with the reasoning that he had to deal with the administration of a hospital. This would be a first for him and he was already tensely waiting to see what was in store for him.
Mom and Dad gave both Becky and me a kiss on the forehead and also left us alone.
Dad had whispered to me that I should take another look into the bag when I had a chance. He had also said that Jazz would stand in front of the door tonight and Em downstairs in front of the window. Just to be on the safe side. In case the Hanks family were resourceful. That really reassured me.
Becky had slept half the day and was therefore anything but tired. We talked for a long time about everything until there was a quiet knock at the door.
A young woman appeared.
"Hi. So, you're Jake and Becky. I'm Andrea, the night nurse," she introduced herself and sat down for a moment.
We shook her hand and chatted with her a bit. She said the lights were going out in the hallway any minute and asked if we needed anything else. An additional pillow or a blanket, perhaps.
We smirked in the negative.
She took another searching gaze at the devices, looked at the IV in Becky's hand, and also asked if she was in pain.
She said no.
If that changed, even if it was the middle of the night, we should not hesitate to ring. Therefore, the IV would remain in tonight. She still switched the light. From the damn bright ceiling lamp to a more pleasant indirect lighting. Then she left again.
"She seems nice," Becky looked after her.
I nodded.
I also thought so. She must have been instructed by Carlisle.
"How are you doing?" I then finally asked directly.
"It's funny. I notice the scrapes everywhere, but nothing really hurts."
"There's acetaminophen in your IV line!" I grinned at her. I knew it. It was great stuff. "And other than that? ... I can't imagine at all how you must feel," I asked further. Carlisle had said that she had refused to speak to a psychologist. However, he had also said that I should encourage her to talk about it. She couldn't keep the hurt bottled up, but had to consciously face these memories so that they wouldn't completely knock her out of the blue at some point.
She told me - lying in my arms - what had happened and how she had felt.
Fortunately, not in detail.
Fear and anger were there, but also the hope that it would just pass quickly. After all, she knew Mike and was sure that he wouldn't kill her. At some point, she had simply stopped fighting back. It was futile. The more she struggled and tried to break free, the more brutal he became. Most of her many abrasions had probably come from the ground when she tried to break free.
She didn't cry, but scattered tears ran down her cheeks as she talked.
I kept asking myself why I didn't get angry in the process. It must have been because of Becky. That she was with me.
Her fear was over the moment she saw me. She thought she had imagined it, knowing exactly how far she had been dragged by Mike into the middle of the compound. She had believed that no one would ever find her.
I then told her how nervous I was at school because she wasn't there yet. How Edward had seen in Mike's thoughts what he had done, and we had driven off immediately. But she had been unconscious, which is why Dad couldn't hear her and therefore couldn't tell her position.
"... That's when I heard you. As if you were calling for me," I said, looking into her eyes.
She stretched a little to reach my lips, but dropped again and made a little whining sound. A tug at her center, as she finally admitted. That reminded me of the ointment Carlisle had given me this afternoon.
Becky contorted her face in disgust - but cutely - when I explained that this should be gently massaged in two to three times a day.
"Well, go for it then!" she summoned me, looking at me seemingly coquettishly.
It was not so clear with her black and blue swollen eye. But I was a bit caught off guard. Shouldn't she actually want to avoid any touching as much as she was able? Especially when it came to such body parts?
"Don't look so shocked!" she then teased me, chuckling. "No one can be as gentle as you!" she added, looking at me.
"I love you, Becky, and I will do everything I can to make sure I never disappoint your trust!" I vowed, kissing her as she turned sideways into my arms. "You sure?" I asked again.
But she nodded resolutely, pushed my hand, which was on her chin, summoning a little lower and our lips found each other again.
Carefully, I let my fingers drive over the fabric of her pajamas and leisurely slid my hand under the edge. Gently I stroked over her belly.
I disengaged from her slightly as I then gingerly slid my fingers under the hem of her pants. I wanted to see every emotion on her face and instantly be able to withdraw at the smallest sign of discomfort.
Her eyes were closed, but she looked expectant.
I went lower, lightly driving over her tattoo and frizzy hair.
I felt the cracks on the picture, but Becky didn't seem to mind. Rather the opposite. She smiled ecstatically.
So, I pushed further.
Becky winced once, so I placed my hand tenderly over her entire womanhood and then paused for a moment.
I wanted to give Becky time to get used to it. Give her time to react.
She breathed calmly and was completely relaxed.
I began to stroke her very gently.
She shivered, but certainly not with trepidation. She looked far too satisfied for that.
I began to smile with relief and lovingly continued, stroking her labia, sliding between them and massaging them as gently as I could.
Gradually Becky became more restless, breathing deeply and moaning comfortably.
"Shhhh ...!" I hissed reprovingly. "This is a medical treatment, not foreplay!" I teased her.
"It ... doesn't ... feel ... like that!" she mumbled, and I kissed her devotedly.
I continued to caress her.
At some point I even remembered to add ointment and Becky just didn't get enough. It tingled inside me while she stretched more and more towards my hand.
Who was I going to tell? Tingling? She totally turned me on with her moans making my jeans just damn tight. Her trust that lay behind this also touched me. She was raped. Today. And still she gave herself over completely to my touch. Without any shame or fear.
"I want you, Jake!" she breathed after a while, dazed.
"No," I said immediately, startled, and withdrew my hand. For nothing in the world did I want to hurt her even more and I doubted that sex today would be painless for her. "Becky. I'm sure it would only hurt you ..." I added, explaining. I also didn't want her to get the idea that I didn't want her anymore.
"I don't care if it hurts. I want to feel you all the way!" she said a little more emphatically and looked at me resolutely.
"Please don't do this to me! Don't let me be responsible for hurting you. I can't do that!", I was already almost pleading, standing up from the bed and turning away from her.
"Jake, please! ... I want you ... Let me experience what love should feel like. Please!" she really begged on the other hand.
I knew that if I looked at her, I would lose. Silence. A felt eternity. Until I heard a suppressed sob.
"Let me forget the pictures from this morning!" she cried now, and I turned around.
Tears were running down her cheeks, she knelt on the bed surface and looked at me as pleadingly as she had ever done.
I slumped my shoulders, strode back the two steps toward the bed, and gently placed my hands on her neck.
An ointment for internal and external use, I remembered Carlisle's words. 'Internal' was the decisive word here.
"Becky, please don't cry. I'll do anything you want!" I declared defeated and kissed her.
She pressed herself against me.
I laid Becky on the bed without separating our lips. Slowly I opened the buttons of her pajamas and tenderly greeted the exposed skin. I caressed myself over the body, which the many scratches were simply not capable of disfiguring. Just as gently, I also took off her pants.
Becky was somewhat limited when it came to undressing me. One hand bandaged, the other had the IV in it.
So, I stood up from the bed for a moment and undressed, whereby I pulled a condom out of her school bag, which was here in the room now.
She had sat up and kissed her way across my torso, burning, before commanding me to return onto the bed.
I leaned back against the raised headboard of the bed and pulled her on top of me, kissing. I helped myself once again to the ointment before Becky really sat on me.
She slowly pushed herself onto me whereby she looked deep into my eyes. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement and they shone with unconditional love. Becky determined the rhythm, moved as gently as she trusted her body to do. Calm and unhurried, but no less intense. So, we swayed slowly to our climaxes.
After I came out of the bathroom with her, I looked at Becky reprovingly.
"Don't do that to me again!" I sternly raised an index finger after helping her into my T-shirt. "And don't look at me like that now!" I continued to grumble as she started to look up at me with her perfect sad puppy dog eyes.
I pulled her into my arms just so I didn't have to look at those eyes.
Okay, not just about that.
"That's not worth you bleeding and hurting again afterwards," I muttered. My fault, I just thought.
"Those few drops!" she complained. "But it was lovely," she looked up at me again.
"Yes, it was ..." I kissed my little star. "... But still ... Before we make love again, we should wait until it heal a little," I added further.
She turned from me and crawled onto the bed.
"Well. Maybe ... Let's see what you have to say about it tomorrow," she looked at me challengingly.
"I will be of the same opinion then!" I insisted. She would not be able to persuade me to do it again. No way!
She chuckled and demonstratively held up the ointment between us.
Damn ... More or less ...
Dear readers!
I would like to preempt some comments and do so with Sandra's words, which she gave to a reader in response to the assertion that no one can react like this after a rape:
'I agree with you without exception in the statement that the victim suffers a serious trauma. But the bottom line is that every girl (or boy, should also happen to them) deals with it differently. There is no treatment/therapy that can be devised to apply across the board to every victim. Everyone reacts differently to a situation. Some will withdraw into themselves; others will avoid contact with all men, still others will ignore what happened to them or simply want to 'forcefully' resume their usual lives. One can't say: You were raped, you have to react now exactly as it is written in the textbook of psychology!
Of course, this will by no means be the rule here, but replacing the negative experiences with positive ones can definitely be used to overcome trauma. If there is absolute trust in the person. That is exactly what I wanted to show in this, and the following chapter. No real victim should remain alone with this experience and confide in someone, even if no charges are filed! Well, in the fewest cases the trusted person is imprinted on the victim, but for that we are here in a Fanfiction.
A rape is one of the most disgusting crimes I can imagine. That's why Edward and Jake worry so much and bother so much. Also, about what consequences it can have for Becky in the long term. Because no one will function the same again after such an incident and no one will expect this from a person affected. But as I said before, each person is an individual who faces the problems/trauma in their own unique way.
There are, in my opinion, three points that must be considered in a rape case.
1. The legal side. Becky filed a complaint, even though she knew what she would have to do. The multiple telling of the crime, to entirely different people. The perpetrator deserves an appropriate punishment. What more can I do to say that this is absolutely right?
2. The physical state of health. At no point did it really stand in question whether or not Becky would get checked out. Personally, I think it is irresponsible not to at least have a gynecological examination after such an incident. Just to name the most important reasons: pregnancy or illness. But my Internet research has actually shown that some victims really see it differently. I don't think that's right, but that's also something that everyone has to work out for themselves.
3. The mental condition. The most serious issue here. In my opinion. The psychological consequences cannot be generalized. There is no consistent pattern that everyone follows. Everyone works differently. But I don't think I'm conveying a completely false image here. I convey Becky's image. The image within a Fanfiction. One should also not forget that here.'
Sandra
Thank you for reading!
