Gone Girl 3

Chapter 1

"Mom." I pause as I close my eyes, hoping that it would help me forget the shame of confessing.

"I was raped."

My mom slightly softens the hold on my hand as she widens her eyes in shock. She looks up at Nicole for a second and then back at me.

I immediately look down at my lap.

I know I completely shattered their world just like mine was. I wish I could look them in the eyes and tell them I'll be okay.

I close my eyes as a tear slides on my cheek. I don't want to cry.

Derek stands up and I accidentally look at him. He comes near my bed.

He isn't shocked. He is lost, terrified, angry at the world and everyone who has to endure what I endured.

My mom doesn't say anything and she doesn't try to stop him.

He kneels near the bed and takes my hand in his and kisses it. I sniffle and I can see even my mom is moved.

"Who did this to you?" Derek asks with anger in his eyes.

I don't even know where to start.

"It didn't happen last night. It happened two years ago but he t- tried to do it again..." I explain, out of breath. .

"What?" Nicole gasps.

They all thought I was going through a rebellious phase. No one really knew how much I was suffering.

"Who is he, Ronnie?" Derek tries to stay calm but I can tell he would smash everything in this room and won't stop until he finds him.

"A stranger. I don't even know him... when I used to work at the cafeteria he was very creepy to me until... one morning- when I went to work..." I stop talking as I look up, trying to blink away the tears.

"Kaylee's cafeteria? Oh my God... I trusted her to take care of you..." my mom whines.

"It's not her fault... let's focus on the person who did it." I retort annoyed.

"Could you describe him?" Nicole asks and I finally look up at her. She feels guilty for judging me, for not being there for me. But I understand she had her problems.

"Yeah... around forty years old-"

They all gasp.

This doesn't make me feel any better.

I feel sick and disgusted by myself. I want to rip away my tainted skin and burn the marks he left on me.

But nothing will ever make him go away. He could even cease to exist and I'd still live with him.

He will always be here.

I look down at my hands on my lap. The regret of confessing slowly setting in. Now I'll be forced to talk about it and even fill a report. I just want to forget.

"I'm sorry for this... I am sorry for being the way I am," I say through tears.

Nicole sits near me and hugs me. "You didn't deserve this. How could you ask for forgiveness?" she asks angrily.

I don't deserve it?

"We will find him and he will pay," my mom tries to reassure me.

"Mom... I don't even care. I just want to get rid of his touch on my skin," I say it before I even think.

My mom bursts out crying and it breaks my heart into a million pieces. I can imagine how hurtful it might be to hear these words from your daughter and you know you can't save her.