Ryann was drunk.
I could tell that much by the wobbling walk and the random giggles.
The drug the that boy had given her had worn off 30 minutes ago, leaving her in this state.
"Go shower," I said softly, leading her towards her room upstairs.
"Oh nooo...I'm ah too tired to walk up so uh so many stairz," She slurred, leaning on me.
I sighed. "Ok. I'll carry you then," I said, picking her up.
I felt a slight blush creep into my cheeks as she clung onto my neck, leaning her head against my chest.
"Whee!" She laughed.
I put her feet gently to the ground as we reached the top of the stairs and she giggled as she swayed away from me.
"Where's you're bathroom?" I asked, holding her up.
She pointed to a door further down the hallway and we stumbled there slowly.
I pushed open the door, surprised to see her bedroom.
"Off...theres..." she murmured, pointing to a closet like door.
"Think you can shower alright? By yourself?" I asked, suddenly embarrassed.
"I shoul...be fine," She slurred, giggling.
"I'll...I'll be downstairs," I said softly.
"Okie dokie."
I nodded, letting go of her and walking out the room,closing the door behind me.
The shower turned on and I walked down the stairs.
"No!" She screamed,"Get off! Get away from me!"
"Ryann it's ok! It's me!" I said desperately, trying to stop her from lashing out and hurting me. Or worse, hurting herself.
She stopped struggling as I picked her up, cradling her in my arms. "It's just me Ry," I said soothingly.
She said nothing, breaking down into tears of relief.
Her eyes held raw fear as she looked up at me and I felt like something stabbed my heart.
"He tried...he-"
"I know Ry. But you're safe now."
I sat on the couch, replaying tonight's events, wondering if I could have prevented any of it. Wondering what if.
If I had just been a little faster, I could have prevented her fear.
If I had just been a little more observant I could've seen her get taken.
If I had just-
I bolted up, hearing a crash coming from her room, the shower turned off long ago.
Ripping open the door, fear caused my heart to race.
"Ryann?" I called, looking around the room.
"Here!" She giggled.
I walked into the room, surprised to find her lying on the ground next to her bedside table.
The second thing I saw was that she was in nothing but her underwear.
I looked away, blood red. "Are you um...are you ok?" I asked, refusing to look anywhere near her.
She giggled, pulling herself up from the floor.
"I'm...finne," she laughed.
"What uh...what happened?"
"I was in the..." she frowned, forgetting the word for shower,"Thingy and I thought 'I want the lights ON!' And then I walkedz over here and now I have an ouchie."
She said, rubbing her lower back.
She frowned then looked at me and her eyes lit up. "Can you look at it?" She asked, sounding like a child.
"What? No...I...not until you put on something," I replied biting my lip.
"Ok but no peeking!" She chirped, racing over to her cupboard.
I turned away as she pulled clothing on.
"I'll be waiting in the kitchen," I said, swallowing deeply.
Not waiting for her reply, I swiftly raced down to the kitchen, glad for an excuse to get away.
She followed me down a few seconds later, wearing a shirt that was way too small for her chest and a pair of pj shorts.
"Do you have a first aid kit?" I muttered, searching through cupboards. Her kitchen was huge with black marble table tops and ever kind of kitchen appliance imaginable.
"Over there," She said, pointing to a cupboard on my far left as she hoisted herself on the marble table top in the middle of the kitchen.
I quickly found the kit and set it on the table, opening it. She looked back at me, swinging her legs back and forth like a child.
"You need to...um...lift your shirt,at...the back" I whispered hoarsely.
She lifted the back of her shirt and I felt all the air leave my lungs. A small red cut was in the center of her back, but that wasn't the only thing and compared to what else was on her back, it really was tiny.
She turned to smile at me and I didn't even try to mask my horror.
"Ryann your back...it's..."
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