Halfass edited because this chapter was a lot for me..
Warning: This chapter contains sensitive topics such as mentions of r*pe, including getting a r*pe kit done, filing a report and the mental torture afterwards. There will be sensitive wording and graphic visuals - I do not write the scene when it happens. This chapter is the aftermath. - I do my best to not make it extremely detailed.
If this topic is too close to home or too sensitive, please take care of yourself first, and don't read it.
This chapter also contains talk of drug and alcohol addiction, mention of abortion
Hotlines:
National Sexual Assault hotline: 1-800-656-4673
National Domestic Violence Hotline:Call: 800-799-7233, Text: START to 88788
Suicidal help hotline: Call or text: 988 or go to your local ER!
*Leighton's POV*
I laid there, my eyes staring at the ceiling as tears ran down my face, afraid to move.
Being alone was almost worse.
I felt numb.
Like I had my life ripped away from me in the span of 5 minutes.
20 minutes later, I got up, walking uncomfortably, grimacing when I felt liquid go down my leg.
Tears ran down my face as I wobbled to the bathroom, finding a towel to cover myself up.
I realized I couldn't leave the room in just a towel, knowing just how many strangers were out there, and Colby had my phone.
I sat on the bathroom floor, sobbing as the actions and words repeated in my head, feeling frozen and helpless.
I wanted to shower, but I couldn't wipe his DNA off of me just yet.
I needed to find clothes, and get to the hospital to do a rape kit, meaning I had to stay covered in his touch.
I hated this.
I heard a knock on the door, my body freezing.
"Leighton?" Sam called out from the hallway, my heart racing as the tears fell quicker.
I stayed silent, not wanting him to see me like this, but I really needed clothes.
A loud cry echoed off the bathroom walls, the bedroom door opening, Sam jiggling the bathroom doorknob.
"Leighton?! Leighton?! Open the door!" He begged, struggling with the door handle, but I just let out another sob, too scared to move.
One way or another the door opened, a frantic Sam standing in front of me.
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