Scrubs

Chapter 12; y

A/N: Trigger warning. This chapter contains a violent scene including SA. Please, if you are a victim of sexual assault or this content is too much for you scroll past it.

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Grey and I walked out to our cars together and when we reached mine he took my hand in his and spun me to face him. "Go on a date with me."

"What?" I question more to myself not sure if I heard him right.

"You heard me.. I want to go on a date. A real date. With you." His eyes gleaming.

I feign shock. "Is THE Grey Vaughn asking ME on a date?"

"Damn straight babe. Don't get used to it." He finishes with a wink.

"Well then I would love to join you. What did you have in mind?" I beam at him.

"I'm not sure. I had a couple of ideas but if there's something you wanted to do, now's your chance." He leans against my car.

I give him a quick wink. "Surprise me."

"I can do that. You have Friday off right? I'll pick you up at 6." He pushes himself off of my car and kisses my cheek.

Before I even have time to respond he's jogged over to his car and driven away. That was kinda weird and abrupt.. I get in my own car and drive to my empty, sad home. Grey has tomorrow off for some sort family thing out of town so I won't be seeing him until Friday. I guess that's a good thing though because it leaves me time to sort out my living situation.

When I pull down my driveway I see Clayton's red pickup parked in front of the house and my blood runs cold. He's waiting on the doorstep with a half empty bottle of Jack in his hand.

"What are you doing here..?" I ask him coldly crossing my arms.

He puts on a pouty face. "I'm here to get you back baby. I'm sorry for everything. Let me come home and I promise I'll do better."

This pisses me off. It's the same thing I've heard and given in to time after time. "No Clay. You need to get the fuck out of here. We're done."

His face turns red and he stands swaying slightly. He then stomps down to me. "I'll fucking kill you bitch."

I back away and put my hands up in front of me. "Clayton you're not thinking clearly. You're drunk. Go sleep it off." I try talking some sense into him.

He continues approaching me looking like a rabid animal and the hair on the back of my neck stands up. I have a terrible feeling something bad is about to happen so I pull my phone out of my pocket and begin dialing 911. "Clayton you need to leave or I'll call the police."

He doesn't listen. "You can't leave me... If I can't have you. Nobody can." He practically growls and with that he leaps on me but not before I can push the green button.

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Before I know it my back is flat on the gravel and rocks are digging into my flesh as Clayton repeatedly wails on my face and head. I hear the operator on the line, my phone now a few feet away from my head in the dirt. I scream the address as loud as I can between punches and beg for them to help me. I buck my hips up as hard as I can to try to throw him off of me but he's much stronger than I am and he's pinned me down well even in his drunken state.

I knee Clayton in the back but he doesn't budge and I feel his deadly grip on my neck squeezing the life out of me. I reach up as far as my arms will go attempting to claw at his face. I start seeing stars and the only thing I can think to do is to grab a fist full of gravel and throw it in his face. Thankfully this stuns him for a moment and he hisses and rubs his eyes with his palms. While preoccupied I try to crawl out from under him ending up on my side.

He recovers quickly and retrieves his whiskey bottle from the side of our struggle before bashing me over the head with it, glass shattering on and around me. This causes me to black out and momentarily lose control of my body. I can feel him tugging at my pants, exposing my rear end. "You're a dirty, good for nothing whore. And I'm gonna treat you as exactly that. We'll see of anyone wants anything to do with you once I'm through with you." He spits. I fight to regain control of my body and begin squirming yet again as I hear his belt being undone. I scream as well as I can but it mostly comes out as a squeaky rasp after having my windpipe crushed.

My hands and elbows are covered in blood from the gravel and glass as I try to claw myself away from him. Just as he starts to push himself inside of me I hear sirens in the distance. "Oh fuck!" He shouts before scrambling to his feet and bolting into the woods behind the house.

I don't even try to get up. I'm too weak and my body hurts. I can barley keep my eyes open and as I see the red and blue lights coming down the driveway I succumb to the darkness knowing I'm safe.

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I regain consciousness as they're loading me into the ambulance and every bump is agony. My throat is dry and my head is pounding. The paramedics keep asking me questions but they sound like they're speaking another language. I can't focus on anything except the excruciating pain im in.

One of them finally gets an IV placed and I can see they're giving me something. I assume it's some sort of narcotic because shortly after it's administered I feel my pain subside and it gets very difficult to stay awake.

I fight to stay alert. I want to be able to recount every second of the attack to police and press charges against that monster. I wonder how long it took them to track him down in those woods. We pull up the the hospital and once I'm inside they begin doing a thorough evaluation of my condition. Multiple facial bones are fractured and I have a severe concussion. They decided to keep me overnight to make sure that I don't have a brain bleed and after speaking to the police and giving my full statement, I am allowed some rest.

After a few hours of my stay a nurse asks if she can call anybody for me which I deny because the only person I could think of wanting right now is Grey but I don't want him to freak out or have to see me in this state. The police asked for me down to the station the next day and they brought me my phone that was recovered at the scene with the screen cracked. I open it and send a short message to Grey telling him we will have to postpone our date because something came up and the nurse returns with some pain medication which I take happily before drifting to sleep.