Chapter 27
Just when I thought I had finally (for once) gotten away with something, no. Of course not.
"I told the nurse about you getting raped when you were drinking," texts one of the girls I was with that night.
Shit.
"Are they gonna make me tell my parents?" I texted back.
"The nurse said she won't."
I sighed of relief and replied, "How much trouble will I be in for drinking?"
"None, its out of your system."
"Well I hope u know if I end up having to tell my parents, we will never be able to talk ever again."
"Sorry..."
Damn it. Fuck. Fuck my life. May as well go kill myself now.
I remember being hungover and telling one of my friends (who is in 7th grade) and she wasnt too terribly upset. She just felt bad for the fact of me getting raped.
Maybe that will be how my parents think of it...
I knew that the school cop would have to talk to me. I also knew that NOTHING about the pot could come out.
I was on edge all day and I just wanted it to be over with. I told myself I would just end everything when I got home so I didn't have to tell my parents.
In gym, my third hour, the female cop came and told me to meet her in her office. I started balling. I wished I were dead. I hugged my friends and they comforted me. I had a crush on one of the friends and when he hugged me, I felt a lot better.
"From the way you hold yourselff, I can tell you know why I called you in," she said.
I wish you wouldn't have.
"Yeah, I know," I choked. My eyes swelled up with tears.
Just run. Run out of the room and she will never know. Or deny everything. If you run, she will chase you and think u are crazy so don't do that. Deny. Make excuses.
"Well, would you tell me what happened?"
"Yeah," I replied.
I NEVER said the word 'pot' or anything to hint that the real story included anything more than alcohol.
She told me I was in no type of trouble and asked me what I wanted to happen to the guy (Edward) that sexually molested me.
"I see it as my own fault. I drank too much."
"Just because you were drinking doesn't give him the right to take advantage of you like that."
True...
"I should have known," I regarded.
"How would you have known? You had never met these guys and like I said- they don't have the right to take advantage of you no matter what you have in your system."
"Yeah. The only reason I want him to get in trouble is because then he hopefully wouldn't do it again. I don't want anyone else going threw the same thing I did."
She nodded and said, "If we don't convict him, he runs free and if what you worry about is others' safety, he jeopardized yours. He will do it again."
"Yeah. I will do whatever it takes to keep other people safe. But, of course, that's if my parents are up to it."
If this turns into much more, I will HAVE to tell mom and dad.
"Okay," she responded, suprised.
"I just really don't want to tell my parents. It was the first time anything like that has happened and I already hate myself enough, I don't need them on my back about it too."
"I will call the head of Sex Crimes and ask him what if you are required to tell."
"Okay, just.. please.. let me know," I stuttered.
WHY WAS THIS HAPPENING TO ME? I MADE A MISTAKE. MY PARENTS DON'T DESERVE A FAILURE OF A DAUGHTER. I WISH I COULD DISAPPEAR.
I was humiliated, walking into my 4th hour after obviously just crying. Having to say, "Sorry, I was in the Police Officer's Office," in front of the entire class that was full of popular kids was humiliating. Everyone stared at me for the rest of the class until lunch.
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