A Mile In My Shoes

SEVEN

Dellen

"How is she doing?" Emmett asked, rushing into the waiting room with Landen, Lydia, and Max not too far behind.

I shrugged. "I don't know. They haven't been out here yet."

"Well, who did this shit to her?" He stood next to me.

Again, I shrugged. "I don't know. She didn't tell me when I asked."

"Fuck!" He hissed, kicking the chair out of frustration. "We're just at a dead end then."

"Basically." I wrecked my brain trying to think of any potential suspect, but Capri was so damn reserved, not many dudes had a chance to get past a hey and bye from her. And there's never been a boyfriend in the picture from what I've known.

I looked across the room and my eyes harden as I shot daggers through Lydia. She sat with her head in the palm of her hands, an exasperated expression on her face. Now, she wants to pretend to care after the fact. Who shows up to a party without their best friend anyway. That's like an unspoken rule in the girl's book. Never show up and show out without your bestie on your arm. Damn, I sound like a bitch.

Lydia must've felt me staring because she abruptly sat up and returned the same scowl, I gave her. "Can I get my face back, Knox?"

Disregarding the voice in my head to curse her out, I sat back in my seat, averting my attention elsewhere. Out of my peripheral, I spotted one of the nurses that hauled Capri away, coming in my direction. I tapped Emmett to get his attention and stood to my feet, meeting her halfway.

"How is she?" I rushed out anxiously.

"Well, because of forced repetitive penetration, Ms. Murphy has severe cervical bruising, so she'll be in pain for a while, but other than a swollen black eye and external bruises here and there, she appears to be fine. We did perform a rape kit test on her, and it confirmed our assumptions. She was raped. We found semen inside of her. She refused to tell us who did this to her. I'm no psychologist, but judging from her body language, she's afraid to confess, which is normal in situations like these. But, I think that whoever is responsible, probably threatened her to keep quiet about it."

I flexed my hands, a tactic I used when I tried to prevent myself from lashing out and punching something or someone. Capri didn't deserve this. No woman deserved to be violated and there is no excuse as to why rape is ever okay.

"When can she leave?" I heard Landen ask from behind.

"We're going to monitor her overnight since she's in a lot of pain. She can go home tomorrow. Someone needs to bring her fresh clothes and shoes since we have to keep her things for examination."

"Can we see her?" Lydia question in a bogus concerned tone. I wanted to wrangle her neck because this is her fault.

"You're not supposed to because visiting hours are over, but y'all seem to be good friends of hers and after the night she's had, seeing people that care about her will do her some good. She's in room 156."

"Thank you so much, nurse.."

"Dr. Cynthia."

"Thank you, Dr. Cynthia." I told her. "We'll be out in thirty minutes top."

"Take your time."

We walked down the quiet hallway, me a little faster than the others. It's crazy how I'm worried about a girl that hates me and me, her. It has to be because of the way I grew up and my heart is huge and pure. I can't take seeing another person down and out. Shit like this I don't wish on my mother. She can willingly have sex with ten niggas and I wouldn't care, but the moment they take advantage of her when she's begged them to stop, I will break their jaw. No means no.