Who the Hell Knew

Aftermath

I'm in the living room, laying on my couch. I refuse to go into my room. It's like a murder scene. Only I wasn't murdered. Instead I was violated. In my own home. This is wrong. Your home should never be a place you become afraid of. Even when I was younger, my home was a place I feared.

My phone is on the coffee table. I'm all alone. I have no one. I need someone right now. Anyone. Not to tell them about the situation. Not for help. I need them just to be there. Just so I know I'm gonna be okay.

I know it's late, but I decide to call Dylan anyway. The tone rings, but there isn't an answer. I try again, but still no answer. I start crying because of the frustration. I look through the rest of my contacts and come across Hunter's number.

Should I call him? Who else am I gonna call? Dylan isn't answering. What am I going to do?

After about five minutes of deciding whether or not I should call him, I do.

The tone rings twice before he answers.

"Dani?" His voice is groggy and I can tell he was sleeping. "Why are you calling me so late? It's two in the morning."

"I'm sorry." My voice cracks and I begin to sob.

"Is everything okay? Did something happen?" His tone is now concerned.

"Yes, something did happen and I just need someone right now. Dylan didn't answer his phone so I called you. I just need to know I'm gonna be okay." I'm crying.

"Where are you?"

"I'm home."

"I'll be right there." And before I could protest the line goes dead.

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In a way I was relieved that he was coming, but I also didn't want him to see me like this.

There's a knock on the door followed by a turn of the knob. Light rushes into the room. I see Hunter and I begin to cry. He shuts the door and quickly walks over to me. His eyes widen at the sight of blood on my legs. All I'm wearing is a t-shirt. He looks at me and says, "What happened?". I nod my head refusing to tell him. He begins to try and lift me and says, "Come on let's get you to bed." I freak out and simply squirm back onto the couch. He wears a puzzled expression on his face. Hunter then gets up and begins to walk around. He looks like he's trying to figure out what happened. He walks torwand the kitchen and steps on a piece of the broken mug. He then walks down the hall to my room.

I didn't clean up the mess. I simply wanted to get out of there. It was tough. I could barely move. Even now I'm still in so much pain.

Hunter walks back and sits next me. He pulls me in close and holds me. I begin to cry and so does he.

"I'm so sorry Dani." He has a sympathetic tone.

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I'm sitting at my kitchen table when my mom suddenly comes in smoking a cigarette. She's drunk. I can smell the alcohol. She walks over to me and grabs me by my hair. I scream as she drags me into the basement. She begins to slap me repeatedly. I'm screaming at the top of my lungs, but she doesn't stop. She then kicks me. Tears begin to form in my eye's. My mom leans down and faces me. She smiles and for a moment I think she's done. Instead she begins to beat me again. I let out a piercing scream.

"Dani!"

I wake up when I hear Hunter say my name.

"It's okay it's just me."

I let out a sigh of relief. I look at the clock and see it's two in the afternoon. I usually up late, but never like this. Hunter looks tired. There is bags under his eyes and his hair is disheveled.

"Did you stay the night?" I ask.

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry I woke you and I'm sorry you had to see me like this." He doesn't look at me.

"Listen Dani, I know that something happened last night and I need you to clarify what happened. Is that something you could do?"

My eyes begin to get watery as I give him a nod.

"Was he someone you know?" I nod

"Was it Kyle?" I break down in tears at the mention of his name, but still give Hunter a nod. His jaw tightens. "He forced himself on you?" I nod again. "Did you try and stop him?" All I can do is nod.

"Dani you need to tell the police and we have to take you to a hospital to get you checked out."

"No, I don't want to deal with a whole trial and it would only make matters worse. How would I pay for a lawyer and how would I ever be able to go on with my life? I will forever be known as the girl who got raped!"

The word lingers in the air. Hunter takes my hand and looks at me.

"Then would you at least let me take you to the hospital? You are still in so much pain and you are having trouble walking as well. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"Fine."

"I'll get you some pants and your shoes. Is there anything else you want me to get?"

"I can get it myself." My voice is cold, determined as well. As soon as I get up the pain becomes worse. I wince and fall back onto the couch. Hunter quickly walks over to try and help me, but I stop him and scream, "Just get it!" There's tears forming in my eyes again and all I want to do is die.

Hunter comes back from my room with a set of clean clothes. He sits down and sets them down beside him. He takes a deep breath and says, "I think we should call an ambulance and have them transport you to the hospital. The only reason I'm saying this is because it's obviously hard for you to walk and I'd carry you but I don't want to hurt you anymore than you already are. They'll bring you down in a stretcher so you won't have to walk or anything. Is it okay if I call them?"

I simply nod because I know he's right.

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Short chapter I know. It's just the last one was really eventfull and I didn't know how to continue it. So again im really sorry for taking forever. I'll hopefully update soon

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