The Virginity Killer

Chapter 7

          After class I spoke to my officer. He apologized about there not being anyone here, but assured me someone was supposed to be.

“Are you okay?” my officer asked.

“Yes, I am fine officer Ressler,” I assured.

“Where is Peter?” He asked.

“I told him I would be fine…” I said.

“Okay, well do you need a ride back to your dorm?” Officer Ressler asked.

“No, Peter should be picking me up since we have therapy in half an hour,” I said.

“Okay well, good luck with that and see you tomorrow,” Ressler said and went out to his cop car and sat there until he saw Peter pick me up.

“Why didn’t you respond to my text?” Peter asked.

“Busy,” I replied distantly.

“Okay, well are you in the mood to talk?” Peter asked.

“To a therapist sure.”

            The ride was silent and quick. We had ten minutes before the session started, so we sat in the waiting room patiently.

“I have Aaron Sanders file,” Peter said quietly.

“What? And you wait until now to tell me? God! You should have given it to me in the car!” I said angrily.

“Sorry, I just thought it would be nice if you could have a couple minutes of not thinking about it,” Peter explained.

“Well, Aaron will always be in my head, until I work through this. That’s what happened after you, you were always there,” I mumbled and grabbed the file from Peter’s hands and opened it.

Aaron Daniel Sanders

Birth: July 18th 1985

Family: Mother is Megan Sanders. Father is Bill Sanders. Older brother is James Sanders.

Family History: Aaron grew up in the suburbs of Georgia and graduated College. Throughout his years he never made any close friends over the years. He always looked up to his older brother James who is 38 today. The family still lives in Georgia. The mother is a waitress and the father a lawyer. Growing up Aaron was mainly taken care of by James due to the parents working long hours. James noticed that something was off with Aaron and tried telling his parents, but they dismissed James’ worry.

“Anna and Peter? I am Taylor Collins,” She greeted.

            I shut the folder and shook her hand and we entered her office.

“The police and FBI has updated me about your situation. I would like for you both to express your worries, concerns, and any issues you have been having since the incident,” Ms. Collins explained.

“Well, I for one have PTSD from being sexually assaulted last year, but after what I’ve been through, last years incident seems like nothing. I have been compulsively showering again, and ever since last years incident I am impulsive. I was dumped by my boyfriend of the time, and became emotionally numb. Now after this I don’t know how to handle anything. I am scared as hell. I don’t trust anyone new. I push people away. And I have more information but I will shut up and give Peter a turn to speak,” I said.

“Okay, well yesterday night was the first time I was alone in my apartment since the incident. I had a terrible nightmare and couldn’t sleep well. I almost called Anna at two in the morning because I thought my dream was real…I didn’t though knowing that it was only a dream. I just am a bit anxious all the time now,” Peter explained.