Lizah dialed 911 hastily. I stared at the girl in horror. She was... so pale. I felt my heart beat. It was like I was stuck in a movie. I wasn't sure how to react. Time seemed to drag, but fly at the same time. My mind and heart were racing, but my body was stuck. They were two seperate machines. My girlfriend was speaking calmly into the phone. I could only make ouf parts of what she was saying.
"We're in the... found a girl... unresponsive... emergency... please hurry..."
Jay and Bree rushed over to us.
"Hey, man. You okay? You don't looj so good."
Jays voice faded away.
"Grant!"
A black sheet was pulled over me. Suddenly, I flashed back to when I was seven. My father was holding a bottle of tequila. He tried to drink away the pain. I stared at the pavement, watching an ant search for something to fill it's hungry stomach. I dared not glance up. The sirens were echoing in my ears. A tear splattered on my shoe. I could hear the screams and the shouts, but I couldn't at the same time. The policeman shoved my mom into his car.
"It wasn't my fault! It wasn't my fault!"
Her words were drenched in alcohol. The other policeman handcuffed my father.
"Alright now officers, I may be drunk, but I ain't in need of assistance to your vehicle."
Jay made his way from across the street. I rose to my feet as he approached me. His expression let on that he had noticed the blood traveling down my leg.
"Oh, Grant. What did they do to you?"
I had met Jay when I was five. Although he waa a tough guy, he had a compassionate side. A soft, weak side. It just took trust for him to reveal it. My tears pushed their way to the surface, spilling over.
Before I knew it, I was uncontrollably sobbing.
"Jay! They... raped me!"
He embraced me and I felt my legs give way. He patted my back. The leftover tequila sloshed in the bottle that lay on the dying grass.
"Hush hush. It's okay now. They can't hurt you anymore. It's over."
