"Good evening Miss Walters. I'm Arkan and this is Malik. We are sorry for what happened tonight and we hope you might be able to tell us about it. Any information you have can help get this man locked up." Arkan introduces himself and his partner.
"I don't know if I'll be very useful I don't remember everything and I don't know where he went." Ayla says.
Having the two men in her room makes her nervous, she has never been scared of men before, but right now she feels like she can't trust anyone anymore.
"Just start at the beginning and we will go through it step by step. If you need a break just tell us. We don't want to take up too much of your time, we know you don't feel good and we know you need to rest." Malik says with a comforting smile.
"I just wanted to help my friend. I was in my room after dinner and Tina texted me earlier that Axel invited her to show her some photo editing program. She wasn't sure if she should go but I didn't see any harm. Especially since it was work related."
Looking back Ayla feels so dumb, Tina wasn't comfortable going to Axels room and Ayla told her it was fine.
If she would have just let Tina follow her gut feeling, none of tonight's events would have happened.
Tina almost got raped because Ayla didn't believe her and Ayla... well whatever happened to her is her own fault.
"I was so wrong though. Tina called me for help and I didn't think. I just ran to his room and when he opened it I didn't see Tina at first. He tried to make it seem like it was all innocent and there was nothing going on, but Tina came from the bathroom and she looked so scared.
I just remember making sure she got out, but then he pulled me back in and after that it all goes black."
That is not exactly true. Sure at first things went black because she got knocked out. But she remembers everything from the moment she woke up. She remembers him taking her pants off and tying her arms to the bed with her own vest.
She remembers him dropping his pants and trying to rip her thong off which he couldn't. The painful abrasions on her hips are proof of that.
Everything that happened after that she wants to forget. She doesn't want to talk about it, especially not with these two huge police officers, who look like they could snap her in half if they wanted to.
"And when you regained consciousness. Where was Axel?" Malik asks her.
Ayla tries to look at neutral as possible.
"He wasn't there. The balcony door was open, I don't know if he escaped from the balcony, because it was on the sixth floor. But he was gone and then Daniel and Lewis knocked on the door and I got up to open it." She tells them.
"Got up from where?" Arkan takes over the questions.
"From the bed." She answers only then realizing that she never told anybody she was on the bed.
"You were on the bed?"
Arkan already knew this, the security guy from the hotel showed him the room and they saw how the bed looked. It was very obvious Ayla was on it for a while.
"I... I guess he put me on it when I was knocked out." She stammers.
She has no idea how she is going to keep herself from not messing up and giving away too much information.
"Are you sure you don't remember anything from when you were on the bed? We saw the room and we saw the bed. There were some very obvious blood stains on the pillow, probably from your head wound. But the bed was very messy, as if somebody had been having a bit of a wrestling match on there." Arkan says.
He knows Ayla isn't telling them the full story, there's no way Axel, or whatever his real name is, didn't try anything with her. He is a rapist and he has done it plenty of times before. Arkan is sure that Axel did something to Ayla which she is keeping to herself.
"I don't know. Maybe I made a mess of the bed when I got up. I was a bit unstable and everything was blurry. I... I don't know what you want me to tell you." She says, her eyes burning from the tears she is pushing back.
"We just want the truth. If we don't know the full story we can't have him convicted for it. If he raped you we would need a doctor to collect evidence from your body so we can make sure he will get locked up a very long time."
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Unchained Melody (Daniel Ricciardo)
FanfictionAyla grew up with F1. With her father working for the FIA and him taking her to races ever since she was a little girl, F1 is a part of her. After finishing high school she wants to study communications and marketing so she can work for one of the t...
