sparks | henry creel

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After a very long, akward conversation with Hopper and Grandma, I was finally sitting on the hospital bed.
I originally thought that my grandma would be mad at me for trying weed, then remembered she's young enough to be a hippie, and I remember one time finding old pictures of her dressed like that chic from the wonder years. The sister, I think. So, chances are she's smoked a fair amount of pot herself. She's also one of the only Democrats in this town. She didn't say a lot of things to me when we talked, but one of the things I remember is her telling me I need to "get" weed from someone I trust. She didn't tell at me, or discipline me, she just told me to "get weed from someone I trust". Her vocabulary is almost as limited as Henry's is.

She didn't say much on the whole assault thing, although I can tell she was upset.

One of the first things the doctors asked me was if I remembered much of what happened last night. This was when Hopper stepped out of the room. "I remember smoking the weed, and my friend Lucas being in front of me. Then I remember a few minutes later I was playing cards with one of his friends. Then I remember falling asleep on Jason's, Lucas's friend." I say.

The hospital could've done a better job at helping me feel better by getting me a female doctor to give me the rape test and ask me questions instead of a male doctor.

"Okay. And is Lucas someone you can trust?" The doctor writes down on his notepad. "Yeah, he is." I nod my head.

"Is that all you remember?"

"I remember waking up in Jason's car, in the backseat. We were the only people in the car. Then I remember pulling down a road into the woods, that I knew took me to this place boys take their girlfriends to, and girls in general.." I look away, not really wanting to talk about the next part. Who does, really?

"Continue, please."

"I remember him dragging me out of the car into the building, and there being several boys in jerseys in the building. Then I remember being tied to the couch, and my mouth being taped." My eyes begin to feel with tears as I start to have flashbacks. "I remember one of them running their hands down my arms, and my boobs being felt up." I run a hand over my eyes. "Did you put up a fight?"

"Yeah, of course I did. I used all of my energy to put up a fight. I kicked and screamed, and knew even if I was let go I wouldn't have made it far. They were all on the basketball team." I sniffed.

"Okay. I know this is hard for you, but I'm going to need you to lay down so I can examine you." The doctor sets his notepad down, walking over to the bed I was laying on. I nod, laying down. "This is stupid. I know I wasn't raped. I'd remember it."

"That's the thing. Quiet a few of rape victims aren't conscious while they're being raped."

Sheesh, this guy has a way with words. He should be a therapist.

"Plus, if I let you walk out of here without being examined, I wouldn't hear the end of it from the Sheriff." He gives me a weak smile. "He cares about you, you know."
I nod, shutting my eyes as the doctor does the examination.

I then had to pee in a cup, which, I absolutely hate when going to the doctor's, but I managed to do it. It was around eight am when Steve picked me up from the hospital. I knew the car ride would be akward, which, I'm done with all the awkwardness in my life lately, but it's whatever.

"How are you feeling?" Steve asks, looking over to me as we drive down this side road that's supposed to lead to the school faster.
"You've really never had to deal with this before, have you?" I smirk, looking over to him. He looks at me for a second before shrugging with that goofy smile of his, looking back at the road. "No, I haven't."

"I'm okay, I'm just dreading going to school." I look down at my bookbag in my hands. "Understandable. If it makes you feel any better, Robin has a pretty good punch." He says, making me chuckle a little. "That does, actually."