My Pace

Chapter 13

                              Holt's POV
She sniffled.

"He was telling me....everything he wanted to do to me. Then...then he actually did it."

"Did they look at you yet?"

She shook her head.

"It literally just happened. They're uh...letting me go home early. They said, I can finish recovering at home."

"Where's your mom?"

"She went to raise hell. I'm supposed to be safe here."

"I-I know."

"They're gonna discharge me after I get looked at again. I was scared something like this would happen. I-I had a nightmare about it the other day. But it was different. He was in my house. You were there. I woke up before....I saw the rest."

They took her away to get looked at. Tracey ran into the room.

"Where is she?"

"They took her to get a rape kit done. This doesn't make sense. How did he figure out where she is?"

"I don't know either."

"Did you sign her discharge papers yet?"

"Yeah. I just did."

We started packing her things up. A police officer and Anabelle walked into the room. Anabelle's head was down.

"Ani?"

She walked up to me.

"A-are you mad at me?"

"Huh? What? Why would I be mad?"

She shrugged.

"Ani I'm not mad at you. It's not your fault."

She covered her face with her hands. I started hugging her.

"You're okay."

I started cradling her head.

"I'm sorry!"

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault. Let's get you home."

"Do you wanna drive her?"

"Yeah."

She walked to my car with her head down. We got in my car and she just stared out the window.

"Ana? What's wrong? Did something else happen?"

She sniffled.

"He was saying...he'd make you watch everything."

"What?!"

"He was going to shoot you and we wouldn't be able to reach each other. He talked about tying you up."

"I'd break free obviously. You know that right?"

"I don't know anymore."

I brought her back to her house.

"C-can you come in?"

"Yeah."

We got out of my car and walked up to the front door. Tracey opened it and we walked in. Anabelle's head was still down. She stopped and started staring at right corner. I looked and saw a bit of blood.

"Okay. Don't look at that. Tracey I thought, this was cleaned up."

"Fuck. I must've missed that."

I turned Anabelle's head away from the corner.

"Let's go sit somewhere."

"I-I have to shower. I-I feel disgusting."

"Alright."

I followed her to her room. I sat down on her bed. She sat next to me.

"What's up?"

She laid down and put her head on my leg.

"I thought...you were going to shower."

"Just...just...let me lay here for a bit."

"Okay. You got it."

I started playing with her hair. Tracey walked into the room.

"I thought she was showering. I came to talk to you."

"I just wanna lay here for a bit."

"Let me talk to your mom for a bit. Go relax in the shower."

She sat up and got clothes. I watched her go into her bathroom.

"Has she said anything?"

"You don't wanna know."