*Toms POV*
I’m trying desperately to hold in my tears. This is all my fault. She has been raped. Katy has been raped. She didn’t deserve it. I’m not completley sure was raped because the only word she has spoken in an hour is “tom.” The officer said she is traumatized. She obviously fought against him: Tony. The sick man. But he fought back. The marks on her face show it. When I first saw her, I didn’t even recognise her. Harry said he didn’t either. So much has happened in the last few days for me to take in.
I finish ringing out the flannel over the sink and turn around. She is sat, staring aimlessly out of the window. She doesn’t register me as I press the cloth against her head. I move it around so I make sure I have wet all of the bruised areas on her face, which is most of it. After we had got her inside, Harry apologised and went up to his room. He said he couldn’t stand it, seeing her like this. Sam helped me for a while. He got her a glass of water and also got her a jumper. It’s not cold but she wouldn’t stop shivering. Every time he tried to put it on her, she would just shake her head and tears would spill over her eyes and we eventually gave up because it made us feel evil to do something to her against her will. Sam left about 1 minute ago to go to the man who lives opposite us. He’s a doctor and although we can sort out her brusies, I’m slightly worried about afew of the cuts, especially the one on her cheek. The one from the part has also re opened.
Mum and dad are still at the station. They’ve called afew times to make sure we are okay. They think they will be stuck there for atleast another 2 hours. They have to answer questions because Katy wouldn’t.
Jack has left with Paddy to keep him entertained and distracted.
I keep dabbing the cloth around her face but stop when she flinches.
“Oh sorry.” I say, pulling away. She doesn’t reply. She just keeps staring straight forwards.
I sigh and put the flannel down. I walk around to the opposite end of the table and sit on the chair. She looks straight past me. I see that her eyes are watering again but no tears are falling.
“I’ll make you better.” I say to myself, pretending she will reply. “You will get you better.”
My phone starts vibrating in my pocket. I take it out and unlock it. A picture of me and Sara for the background makes my heart sink. I go into my photo album and scroll through the gallery. I find one of me and Katy and feel tears rising. I let out a deep breath, struggling against tears. “it hurts me to see you like this.” I say.
I stare at her for a while and then decide to turn around and follow what she’s staring at. I turn back around. “whats so interesting Kate?” I ask, forcing myself to smile.
She ignores me again, her eyes misty as if she didn’t even hear.
“I guess the trees are exciting, hey?” I say, making a sound that starts of like a laugh but ends as a cry.
“just reply. Please.” My voice cracks. “Katy your worrying me.” I cry, tears rolling down my cheeks.
“what did he do to you?” I wail. The cheers spill down my face, dripping of my chin. I stare at her, taking in the bruises. The far away look. The fact she wont talk. The fact she isn’t Katy anymore. The fact he had his hands on her. I feel my hands ball into fists and I force myself to stop crying. I let the room fall silent for a moment, breathing heavily, containting my tears.
“Just tell me. What did he do to you?” I say, my voice steady. Like before, she doesn’t register me.
“What did he do to you?” I shout.
