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So sorry for mistakes, but I did not edit because I'm off to bed. College starts tomorrow. I want to finish this story before school gets busy with all the assignments and projects since I'm taking 6 math classes!!!

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Chapter 8

Eleanor did not see or hear from Shawn for two weeks straight. She was grateful because she was not ready to face him after what he did to her. She had stopped going out and spent all that time in the house. She tried her best to act normal since Eric was home for a while. She forced food down all this while trying to cover up the nauseous feeling she always had whenever she smelt or looked at food.

Eric had to leave once the two weeks ended and she was so grateful because she did not think she had it in her to lie to him any longer. Her vacation was slowly ending and she had already started receiving her acceptance letters. Harvard accepted her, which she was not surprised about because of her outstanding performance. She had been so excited about going, and could not wait to start preparing for life in Harvard. Little did she know that fate had other plans for her.

Three weeks after the rape incident, she totally could not keep anything down. She woke up one morning running straight for her bathroom, heaving and throwing up barely anything. She was so nauseous and thought she had food poisoning. She sat down by the toilet until her head stopped whirling, then she slowly stood up to brush and bath. Her whole body felt so spent and she could barely keep on her feet. She stumbled into her closet and sat down to dress up.

She randomly picked up the first cloth her hand wrapped around, and it was a flowery summer dress. It was towards the end of summer and it was getting a bit chilly. She threw on her cashmere sweater and flats and called a cab. She was in no position to drive. She was dreading leaving her apartment with the fear of running into Shawn, then it dawned on her that he was probably at work. She wondered for a moment how he felt after raping someone who considered him such a trustworthy friend, but quickly brushed it off when her phone suddenly rang, announcing the arrival of the cab.

She rushed out of her apartment and got into the cab, which she directed to 630 West 168th Street. The cabby sped away, which only made her feel fainter.

“You need to slow down dear,” Eleanor barely whispered to the cab driver, “I don’t feel too good.”

He immediately slowed down to almost a stop, which made Eleanor giggle slightly. She closed her eyes and concentrated on not throwing up in the cab. They got there in no time at all; she paid the cabby, who thanked her just before he drove off. She slowly made her way to the emergency center, which thankfully was almost empty by this time of the morning. She had barely sat down when the nurse called her.

“Halo sweetheart, what brings you here this early?” the nurse smiled, setting up the blood pressure equipment.

“Hi, I don’t feel so good, am nauseous.” Eleanor replied

“When was the last time you had you period?” Michelle, the nurse, inquired, taking Eleanor’s blood pressure.

“uh mm…actually, I don’t remember. Why?” Eleanor seemed dazed.