The Heart Wants What it Wants

3 - Trauma & Chocolate Covered Strawberries

[Trigger Warning: Mentions of R@pe and Ab@rtions]

Chelsea's P.O.V.

"Ugh, my head. Where's Sasha?!" Florian groans. I'm trying to get out of the room but I can only go so fast with my cane. I make it halfway down the hallway to the medic room until all of a sudden my back hits the wall. Florian has me pushed against the wall, running his free arm down my side. I could throw up right now. Jake shows up behind him and makes the motion for me to be quiet. "Any last words before I look at what you have under this?" He asks with a creepy smile, toying with the hem of my shirt. "Turn around," I say, smirking. Like a dumbass, Florian turns around and -

Nova's P.O.V.

"He did. It was a few days after Elimination Chamber. I was shadowing Sam so I knew what to do. We were at the after party and he got me a drink. I didn't want to drink it but I knew he would make a scene so I did anyway. I didn't want him making a scene in front of colleagues because I refused a drink from him. Anyway, I felt woozy after, so he...he helped me to a quiet spot to help me calm down. But, as soon as we got to the quite spot...I hate this," Sasha pauses for a second. Trying to keep together. I want to fucking kill him. He'll never breathe again. She didn't deserve this. "He pushed me against the wall and kissed and groped me. After I tried to push him away he punched me in the face and told me to keep quiet or he would make it worse. So I just took it. I didn't make a sound except for the odd sob. I'm sorry, Nov. I won't bother you guys again. I'm sure you guys don't want to be seen with a rape victim.... I bet all of his colleagues think i'm a slut by now," She says.

I hate that she thinks we wouldn't want her around. It doesn't make her any less. It doesn't make her weak or unlovable. I wish she could see what i see. A beautiful, strong, brave woman, with an amazing heart who cares about everyone. "My job is probably no longer. I'll be fired. He has connections with the hire ups. At least, that's what he told me. Then my life will be ruined... I won't have any income, my family won't help me ever since I came out because it 'Doesn't follow the christian faith,' and I can't leech off of you guys..." Sasha continues. I wish I was there to stop him. "...I wish I was there to stop it, Sash...i never wanted anyone to go through the same shit I went through," I say. I might as well tell her, let her know she's never alone.

"What do you mean?" Sasha asks. "I had...lets say...family..that...were not as nice...back home," I say. "I was 11...at a family reunion. I haven't seen my family for a while at the time because my parents have been abusing me since I was six. My uncle on my father's side would...Look at me funny," I pause, trying to breath through it. "At first I thought it was nothing but everytime he would hug me...he would grope me. One time while he was watching over me when I was 15, still a freshman in high school, my parents went out and left him to look after me. He...t-touched me and.." I try not to cry, only a whimper leaving my mouth.

"He raped me...I tried telling my parents but they woudln't believe me so what I did what I had to do....I got an abortion. And once I graduated high school I instantly cut ties with the family except for my aunt on my mom's side and I moved with her to Florida...because I wanted to get away and start new," I finish."Oh my god! That's horrible. Do you still have contact with anyone from your family? Like a sibling or something?" Sash asks, full of worry and concern. "...I cut ties with my family...Well, except for my aunt. Who was more of a parent that my actual parents ever will be," I say.

"Do you have any cousins?" She asks. I do but I haven't talked to them in years. "I do, but I haven't talked to them in years. I doubt they'd want to talk to me. Probably thinks I abandoned them," I say. I hope they don't think that but I don't want to get my hopes up. "What are their names? I could try to look for them. I'm not sure if I'd find them, but I can try should I have enough free time," Sasha says, looking sad. "Could I give you a hug?" Sash asks. I hug her tight. I don't know what it is but having her with me calms me instantly. "Um...i don't want to ask too personal of a question...but I don't know what an abortion is..." Sasha says, looking away. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Her parents didn't believe in it so I didn't think she'd know what I meant. "An abortion is a termination of a pregnancy," I say, hugging her tightly.