𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 | machine gun kelly

41

Davina Martinez's pov:

CONSCIOUSNESS CAME TO ME IN BLURS THAT focused my senses. I could hear again, and my feelings heightened. I was in a room, and I recognized the decor, it was that of the UN/DN headquarters. I was still in the building, in one of it's rooms. For a moment I thought it was the one I had acquired, but my suitcase was not in sight. I sat up, a soft bed underneath me. I was in my dress from last night. But was it still last night?

No one else was in this empty room. All the lights were on. My memory, as I tried to focus on it, was hazy and blurry. A sharp pain coursed through my head and I held my forehead. The pain was gone as soon as it had come. I remembered the conversation I had had with Machine Gun Kelly, and I remembered dancing with a rapper—short black dreadlocks and gold teeth were a daze in my head. Then.. I remembered drinking something he had brought me. And nothing after that. Had it been the drink, that had done this to me?

Sheer panic coursed through me and my heart pounded in my chest. I shut my eyes. Had I been—

Flashes erupted behind my eyes. A dark face so close to me, a body on top of mine, a tight grip on my jaw, the wetness of strange lips on my neck. I shut my eyes tight, willing terrified tears back. Despite the signs, I didn't feel the intrusion between my legs. No stark pain in the base of my stomach, no sensitivity at my entrance.

The door clicked open suddenly and my eyes found the forms of Marina and David ushering themselves in. Marina's eyes widened as she realized I was awake. She hurried over to me, her long legs taking wide strides.

"Davina! Gosh, are you okay?" She bristled, eyes taking in my form anew. "How do you feel?"

"W-what happened?" I whispered, scared to know what they know, to know that they saw what I think happened to me. 

Because as sick as it was, I would rather be assaulted in private than in front of an audience, regardless of the benefit of having witnesses to support any case I might make. It was such a stupid thought, but it was there in me.

"You fell unconscious," David hurried to answer, light brown eyes looking at me in concern. "You were with.."

He trailed, eyes exchanging a glance with Marina. I felt my heart miss a beat. Did they think what had happened was consensual?

"With that cute rapper," Marina burst, smiling broadly. "I think he's called ASAP Rocky."

"You can call me Rocky, gorgeous."

I blinked as that rapper's conversation returned to my memory sharply. He had given me something in that drink. That vile, disgusting fucker. Anger flooded my veins, taking over every inch of my skin. A small decision to trust, that was all it took for men like him to screw you over.

"Yeah, um," David started, nodding at Marina. Clearly, neither of them thought the rapper was cute.

"You were hooking up with him and Mr Baker assaulted him."

I blanched, inhaling a sharp breath as I looked at both of the figures sitting at either sides of me on the bed in disbelief.

"Hooking up?" I cried. Did they call that hooking up?

Marina blinked, confused by my reaction. "Mr Baker assaulted him then," She added. "They are not sure why. I believe ASAP Rocky will press charges."

"Of course he will," David broke in. "He was busted up bad. They took him straight to the hospital."

I got up, slightly dizzy but regained my composure.

"What time is it?" I blurted, having had enough of their clueless speculations. I will press the charges on ASAP Rocky before he even thinks of doing the same to Colson.