Part of Your World:A Chris Evans FanFiction

30.

 The drugs seemed to wear off by around nine in the morning. Or at least enough for the hospital to release me. I was told that there was no evidence of forced penetration or any traces of semen found on me. Relief washed over me. It was kind of stupid in a way. They had drugged me, and violated me, but at least they didn't get to do that. I'd escaped that. I could recover because that hadn't happened.

Gaby took me home and put me to bed. I didn't want her to leave, so we both ended up falling asleep hugging each other. When I woke she was sitting up in bed, scrolling through her phone.

"How are you feeling?" She asked me, when she noticed I was awake.

"Fucked." I sighed. "Thank you for staying with me. I missed you."

And - I was crying again. I couldn't believe I had anything left to cry. Gaby wrapped her arms around me.

"I missed you, too."

"Are you going to be in trouble with Richard for staying with me?"

Gaby sighed. "See about that. I broke up with him. Might have to get a restraining order too. According to my room mates they had to call the cops, he's been hanging outside since I left last night."

"You broke up last night? It was my fault. I'm sorry Gaby, I ruin everything."

Gaby laughed sadly. "He was a manipulative asshole. I guess I couldn't see it until last night. But when I got the call, and I said I had to go, he said he forbid it. He forbid me to come help my friend after she'd just been attacked. I was like 'What the hell are you doing, Gabriela? He's cutting you off from all your friends. He's angry all the time. Why are you with him?' So I told him it was over." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "I'm sorry I didn't realise it sooner."

I hugged her. "You don't have to be sorry. He was manipulative. You said it yourself."

"I just sometimes feel like I'm going to die alone." She sniffed.

"Never."

Gaby helped me book a flight to Boston. There was one that left at 5pm tonight. I wouldn't arrive until after midnight, but I didn't really care. I asked Gaby to come with me, but she still had to teach so she couldn't do it. I called Chris.

"Emily?" It was his assistant.

"Yes, is Chris there?"

"He's just shooting. He asked me to answer if you called and keep you on the line. He'll just be a minute."

I sat waiting on the phone staring out the window for a minute.

"Emily, where are you? Are you okay?" Chris asked. He still sounded panicked.

"I'm at home. Okay is a relative term. And right now, I'm not sure I'll ever be okay again."

"Oh, Em." He groaned. "You can't let this define you."

"How? How can this not define me? I don't know how to stop that from happening." Tears pricked my eyes.

There was silence from the other end of the phone. I felt guilty. This wasn't his fault. He didn't deserve to be spoken to like that.

"Are you coming up?"

"Yes. I'll be there at midnight."

"Good. Good. I'll come get you. I feel so helpless."

"Yeah, well, same."

Chris couldn't talk for much longer and I felt all talked out, so he put me back on to his assistant and I gave him my flight info.