Chapter two:
"What is his deal?" I thought aloud, mostly to myself. But obviously Levi heard and he said,
"He knows."
"Knows what?" I asked. I was so utterly confused. How did he know? No one knew... except my mom. My head started to spin, my legs started to feel like jello. Then, everything went black.
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I just passed out, and now I'm coming back to reality. How long was I out? I feel groggy. I open my eyes, and then quickly shut them again seeing the blaring sun. I slowly open them again. This time, it doesn't hurt so badly. But, where am I?
"Claire? Claire! Your awake," I head Savannah say. Then she adds, "Claire, I was so scared. How are you feeling?"
"Savannah?" I finally ask. I was trying to find my voice, but it just came out a whisper. I felt Savannah's warm hand grab my cold hand.
"Yes, I'm right here. I won't leave. Promise," she said sitting next to me on the hospital bed. Hospital bed?!
"Am I... in the...the hospital?" there was my voice!
"Yeah... you are. You have a minor concussion from falling when you passed out. They also said that something was going on inside you though, something that caused you passing out. They're trying to figure that out now. Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine. Savannah... Are we alone?" I asked, finally looking around the plain white room.
"Yes, Claire, we are..." there was a question in her voice. A good one.
"Okay well, Savannah... I need to... to tell you something...."
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FLASHBACK
Two weeks ago I walked out of my house and down the long sidewalk to the driveway. I walked to my parked car, going to Savannah's house to study with the big trig test that was tomorrow. I started to unlock the car, hearing the creepy night sounds, when someone hit me from behind. I fell to the ground, my face hitting the cold, hard concrete of my driveway. I felt the rocks digging into me and scraping my face. I then got pulled across the driveway to the grass, with a major cement burn.
Once my attacker and I reached the grass I was picked up. I was too tired and in too much pain to fight back. I was then shoved in the backseat of a large car. The sound of the engine made it sound like a large truck, but I wasn't so sure.
"Just rape her," I heard a deep, gruff voice say.
"Not while she's conscious," I heard another voice say. This voice was a bit of a higher pitch than the first, and not as gruff. "We can't have her friend still expecting her, can we?"
"No. Well, then call her," a third voice said. This voice was very high pitched, a females. Three attackers? I felt a hand reach into my front pocket and pull out my cell phone.
"Here," the first voice said, putting the phone to my ear after dialing a number. "Call you precious friend Savannah," he said her name like it was venom," and tell you won't be over tonight. You're sick, you think you got the stomach flu."
"Hello?" Savannah said into the phone.
"Hey, Vannah," I said. "It's Claire. Hey I can't make it tonight, I don't feel the greatest. I think I caught that stomach flu that's going around." I looked at my attacker, seeing a pleased look on his face like I said the right thing. I looked back at the floor of the vehicle.
"Oh... But what about that test?"
"You can study yourself," I answered harshly.
"But-"
"Bye," I hung up the phone, cutting her off. Then I got hit again, everything going black.
I started to wake up. I realized I was lying on my front lawn. I heard the front door of my house open, never closing. Then I heard footsteps running on the sidewalk, and then on the grass towards me.
"Claire!" my mom screeched. I felt the grass on the backs of my legs, all the way to my thighs. I also felt it on my back. My eyes flew open. I was laying in my front yard, in nothing but my bra and underwear, my clothes lying next to me.
"Claire!" my mother said again, patting my face. "What... what happened?"
"I... I... I was just... I was just..." I let the sentence hang there, choking on my sobs. My mom just held me there in her arms, sobbing with me.
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PRESENT
I finished my story, my eyes filled with tears, as well as Savannah's. I told Savannah everything, every detail. It was now all out in the open. Long after I finished the story Savannah stopped looking at the white tile of the hospital room and looked at me thoughtfully, sympathetically. She finally said, "Wow. Are... you... okay...? Now everything makes so much more sense."
"Yeah, I-"
"Did you tell the police?" she asked, cutting me off and jumping out of the pale green plastic chair.
"No."
"Why not?" she hollered. "Claire, I'm telling the doctor!"
"No don't!" I paused looking down. "Please," I added in a whisper.
"I have to Claire... You're my best friend... I have to. What if... if... you might be..."
"Pregnant?" I finished for her.
"Yeah..."
"I've had those thoughts." I admitted.
"Oh my goodness, Claire!" Savannah was now pacing the room. She was also mumbling something under her breath that I couldn't understand. "If you are... pregnant... will you.... keep it?" her voice cracked to a whisper.
"Probably not, " I answered. Even though I had thoughts of how I would raise my baby, if there even was one. Savannah walked to the door, pausing when she placed her hand on the silver, sterilized doorknob.
"I'll be back. I'm going to the bathroom, and for a walk. I need some air," she opened the door and looked back over at me. She obviously saw my worried expression and added, "Claire. Oh, Claire. I'm so sorry this happened!" She ran over to me, kneeling by my bed and stuffing her face in the blankets. "I'll be right back. I promise," she added. She got back up, straightened her clothes and walked back to the opened door.
"Okay," I said. "Go relieve yourself," I said with my first smile since I woke up and a wink. "Oh, Savannah?" I added remembering something.
"Yes?"
"Tell the doctor. He needs to know. Get a pregnancy and rape test ordered." She silently complied and left the room, closing the door quietly behind her. I lied back on my pillow, and quickly fell asleep.
