Chapter 1

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AN: This story might be uncomfortable for others as it contains sexual and physical abuse, and suicidal content.

"I want P'Gulf. DON'T TOUCH ME! IT HURTS! YOU ARE HURTING ME PLEASE STOP! P'Gulf!  P'Gulf."

The nurses looked at the girl screaming her head off at anyone wanting to check up on her. She woke up as soon as she got to the hospital and she couldn't stop asking for a certain person.

"Did anyone call the family members yet? What about the police? I don't see the police here?" The main doctor asked when he realized that he couldn't approach her.

"We called her parents they'll be here soon." The nurse replied.

"We need to treat her as soon as possible and we have to run tests. It looks like she bled a lot too make sure you take pictures first before cleaning her up," The doctor highlighted looking at the guarded girl holding herself fearfully for dear life.

In her mind all she could see were predators. Everyone in the room was trying to instill more pain that she just received a few hours ago and she knew she could only be safe when she has her brother. She could only trust Gulf with her life.

Everyone evacuated the room and the nurses called the parents again. A couple rushed in the hospital a few minutes later with the lady distraught.

"I heard my baby is here. Where is she?" She asked trying her best to hold back her tears.

"What's the name of your baby ma'am?"

"Faffy. Her name is Faffy," The nurses searched the records and realized they've been waiting for these people.

The nurse behind the desk got up and came to stand in front of the couple. She came in the afternoon and we suspect she was sexually abused."

The mother collapsed.

"Raped?" The man staggered, "Who would do that to my baby? She's only 14 years old." The father felt a piercing pain in his heart. He moved out of the way when the nurses came to pick up his wife to put her on the bed.

"Sir," one of the nurses called out, "We need you to calm her down so she can get some medical assistance."

The doctors said forcing her to get treated will only affect her mental well-being more and they don't want to risk it, that's why we need you to calm her down so she can get treated. It's been more than an hour and we don't want to waste more time."

The father nodded and was led to the room with her daughter.

"Faffy!" He called out and as soon he saw the state of her daughter, he was crushed.

"Faffy!"

He ran to her but was met with resistance.

"P'GULf!" She screamed shying away from her father's touch.

"P'Gulf save me! P!!! It hurts. P!!!" She looked terrified and the father looked helpless.

"Do you know who Gulf is?" The nurse asked the father escorting him out of the room because he wasn't helpful. He couldn't answer right way but he had to. He wiped the silent tears showing how heartbroken he felt at seeing his only daughter being that way. What is a father when he couldn't even comfort his child?

"It's his brother." He finally said. "But he is in school. I'm guessing he hasn't heard about what has happened otherwise he's the first to know everything that goes down with his sister."

"Can you please call him? We need him here."

The father stepped aside and called Gulf's homeroom teacher letting him know Gulf was needed for a family emergency, he was needed at the hospital.

It was true he hadn't heard what had happened so when the teacher dismissed him and relayed a message he panicked and ran to the hospital. When he got there his father alerted the nurses who alerted the doctors to get ready.

As soon as he went in and saw Faffy with bloody legs and a bruised face, he lost it. He could feel blood boiling in his veins.

"P'" Faffy painfully called out and for the first time after arriving at the hospital she broke down. "It hurts," She cried as her brother embraced her tight in his arms.

The door slid open and all her walls came up again. "Tell them to leave p' they're here to get me. They want to hurt me."

"Look at me." He gently took her face in his hands as if he were holding an egg, "p' is here and P' won't let anyone hurt you Faffy. I'm here with you. P' is here to protect you."

Faffy looked at her brother and complained, "he hurt me p'. I told him to stop but he wouldn't." She sobbed. "He hit my face too."
She left nothing. She told her brother everything he did to her, "it was painful p' but he wouldn't stop."

"I know." He said. "But Faffy you need to get
treated. The doctors are here to make you feel better."

She shook her head no.

"Trust me. P' is here."

She kept on shaking her head and the tears fell helplessly on her face.

She was such a baby.

"Come here," he held her again and placed her on his chest as he laid on the hospital bed with her.

"This is a song about a girl," He started singing the song he knew could do the magic.

"A pretty girl.
A girl so lovely.
A girl so loved.
I'll sing a song.
A song for you.
A song for love.
A song about you,"

He kept on singing and Faffy laid in his arms crying but calmly now. He could feel her muscles starting to relax.

She cried some more.

It was a cry of pain.

A cry of having lost her virginity at such a tender age.

A cry for help.

The doctor slowly approached the siblings and set up an IV. The doctor was about to inject Faffy but Gulf shook his head no. He head pointed to the nurse asking her to do it instead. He didn't stop singing.

The nurse took the injection from the male doctor and approached instead. She softly took the hand holding tight the boy and injected the needle. She finished setting up the IV and within a few minutes Faffy had knocked out.

They took her out of the room and they examined her and tested her for STIs and HIV. They cleaned her and gave her medication for pregnancy prevention. Whoever raped her was huge and managed to rip her vagina. They had to treat her for that as well.

All this while, Gulf was waiting for her mother to wake up. He sat with his father solemnly not knowing what to say to each other. The mother moved and opened her eyes after a while and  as soon as she did, tears did not delay.

"What are we going to do honey?" She wept. She just couldn't imagine the pain her baby was going through.

"She's only fourteen years, what are we going to do?"

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