Liz Whats Wrong With You?

The Truth

I laid there shaking on the couch on that tour bus for what seemed like hours, but really was minutes. I wasn't sure what to say. Should I tell them? What if they didn't believe me?

"Liz will you please talk to us?" Jaime said finally.

I admit it was a little funny when I found out that I was mistaking Jaime and Mike for being Ben and Danny. So our "little guests" were the guys from Pierce The Veil big deal. I looked at him wincing at the pain I felt on my thigh as I slid up to face them all.

"When I was thirteen my dad and mom had thought it would be a good idea to have my dads best friend, Ray, baby sit since Andy was away. I mean I didn't understand how they could tell a thirteen year old to stay with a thirty five year old for five hours but I didn't argue, what's the use." I stopped, feeling tears stream down my now clean but cut up face. Stupid bricks and their hard, jagged sides. And stupid guys and their dumb ideas. I felt Tony snake his hand around my waist and pull me closer. I didn't think much of it since it was a normal thing. He was like a brother to me.

"So they left and it started off normal. We ordered pizza and played UNO. We...." I stopped to calm myself a minute, knowing it was coming to that point, "we started watching a movie. I think it was some older horror movie. Not that important now."

I felt my stomach tighten and I looked at Andy. He looked back with the saddest eyes anyone could have. His blue eyes. They held words he'd said a million times. He was sorry but it wasn't him. He hadn't done it.

"He started to come on to me. Complimenting me. I was uncomfortable so I said I was going to take a shower. I got up but he grabbed me. This knife. God only knows where it was hidden. He held it toward me. He told me all this stuff like how I was going to listen to him or he'd kill me and if I screamed or tried to run he would make sure I never tried again. I begged him not to. I tried so hard but he didn't listen." I began crying. I couldn't help but to. It hurt so bad remembering.

"He raped me that night. I was a virgin and he raped me. The knife he was holding in his hand slipped and sliced me across the chest." I pulled back the button down to show them the two inch scar running across my right breast. I looked at it. Running my finger over it, trying to remember the number of stitches. Eleven.

"It took eleven stitches. Eleven." That number rolled across my tongue. Eleven.

"The doctor found proof of rape and we went on trial. He was convicted and yes I felt safer but that memory. It's so vivid. I remember laying there, blood all over me. I didn't dare move though. Even though he had ran off I was scared out of my mind to move." I was crying harder. Andy got up and sat down beside me. He wrapped me in his arms and started rocking back and forth. A clear attempt to calm me down but it was unsuccessful.

"He came back though." I cried out to them in anger, "he came after me tonight. He was in jail but he came back. Why?" I whispered that last word to myself. "Why?"