Gone Too Far (Police Officer/Delinquent Relationship) BOOK 1 (COMPLETED)

Chapter 43

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"You don't know me, but you've been inside me." – Survivor in Brock Turner Sexual Assault Case

"Come on; let's go, anywhere but here. Please."

"Remember, we need to get you checked out by the hospital?" Levi slipped into police mode; evidence, evidence and more evidence. "We need to lock him away, Mais."

I knew more than anyone how important evidence would be. Without it, it would be my word verses his and that would not keep him locked in a cell for long. He could be in there for a minimum of two years, maybe even released earlier depending on over-crowding and good behavior.

There's nothing on the internet that tells you anything about how emotionally trying it is to be the one on the table during a rape test.

It's a given, obviously, but there is nothing online that prepares you for something like that.

I knew I would most likely have to do one.---I'd have to if I wanted Mr. Pratt to pay.--- In the moment, I told myself that I would do it to protect other girls and women. I wanted to protect others so he couldn't hurt anyone else ever again. --But I'm still human.

It sucks.

A Rape test means that I become the evidence.

You can't know in advance what kind of person will be in charge of your test.

You don't know how they will react.

You don't know what kind of questions they may ask.

I had every good intention of following through but I'm scared.

The thought of having to bare myself to a complete stranger makes me ill.

"I want to go home," I muttered, tears spilling down my cheeks. My hands dropped to my sides as I took a step away from him.

"Maisie, I'll go with you," she offered, stepping towards me. Her eyes met mine. "I'll stay with you the entire time. I promise!"

I didn't care who wanted to take me.

I didn't want to go, period.

"Please, Maisie, it's the only way," Melody added softly. "I have a niece in school. I want to protect girls like her too."

"How old is she?" I asked, needles piercing my throat as I struggled to keep more tears at bay.

"She's 14."

At 14 years old, you're someone's baby.