To Mend Her.

Chapter 14.

Krystal walks into her office where I was waiting for her.

"I already heard Brians side of the story, so what's yours?"

She motions with her hands for me to talk.

"I entered my room and Alicia was in there crying her lungs out. I asked what's wrong with her and she confessed to me that Brian took her down. That pig touched and raped her. She didn't want me to tell on him so I decided to beat the living shit out of him. I'm happy I broke his nose, he deserved it."

She picks up her phone calling someone.

"Look for Alicia in room 34 and take her to the nurses office to have her checked." Krystal says then hangs up.

"Even though you helped out Alicia you still have to face the consequences. Fighting is prohibited in here Veronica. It leads to three days in the white room, but since you did it to protect Alicia I'm giving you one day."

"I'm willing to take the punishment, but what's going to happen to Brian?"

"If what you said was true. He'll have to go to court and maybe face some jail time seeing as he's eighteen."

I gasp.

"Alicia is only thirteen."

"I want him out of here as much as you do. He's disgusting and deserves to rot in a cage."

"What if she isn't the only girl he's done that to?"

"We're going to question everyone."

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The white room is so boring. I've just been laying on the bed looking at the ceiling. All of a sudden the door opens. It's the mean nurse who passes out the medication.

"I heard what you did to that Brian kid." She says as I take the pills from her.

"So?"

"That was brave of you. Those poor girls don't deserve that and because of you they feel safe again."

"There were more?"

"That pig raped ten innocent girls all under age."

My eyes widen in shock.

"Ten girls?"

"The police took him already."

"That's good."

She passes me a bag with two brownies.

"I have to get going now."

I couldn't even eat my brownies, my appetite was gone all because of that disgusting pig. I felt bad for those poor girls that had to go through that.

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I got out of the white room Monday.

When I enter my room I see my guitar neatly placed by my bed. Alicia taped my letter and pictures to the wall like she does to hers.

I grab my shower stuff and take a quick shower so I can go to class.

"7 more minutes." The security shouts from the other side of the door.

I brush my tangled hair then quickly put my stuff back neatly organized in the room just like Alicia likes, I go out where the security is at, he walks me to the class.

"No more fighting, you here me Veronica, even if it means protecting someone, leave that to us." The big man tells me as I was about to enter the classroom.

"That's a promise I can't keep. I'll always fight for the people I care about."

"You're a little brave lady." He says smiling, opening the door for me.

Just like the first day all eyes were on me.

"Welcome back, Veronica. Please have a seat." Mr. White says.

I nervously make my way to the desk by Andrew.

"You did good Veronica." He whispers.

"So I've been told."

"Those little girls, you're a hero in their eyes, you know?"

"All I did was beat up the disgusting guy who tortured them."

"But they were afraid of telling on him and you did what they all wished they could do."

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I practically ran to the cafeteria to see Alicia. She's sitting on her own, like always. I tap on her shoulder and she slowly turns, her eyes widen at the sight of me. She catches me by surprise when she gets up to hug me tightly.

"Thank you so much." She mumbles.

I place my hand on the back of her head, hugging her tighter.

"You're welcome."

We pull away and sit on the chairs, Andrew also.

A couple seconds later some girls come to tell me that I saved them. The smiles on their innocent faces made my heart warm up. This is weird, but I sort of felt like a mother right now.

When we're done eating, we make our way to the break room. 

Alicia is leaning her head on my shoulder while she reads a novel and I listen to the music playing from the stereo.

"How was the white room?" Andrew asks.

"Boring and so damn white. I'd thought it be like in the movies where the walls and floors would be made out of cushion, but it isn't like that at all."

He chuckles.

"That's so stereotypical."

That's when I realized I don't even know much about my new friends or how they ended up here.

"Alicia, why are you here?"

"Because you're my friend." She answers innocently, looking up from her book.

"No, what I mean is why are you here in this place?"

"I thought you would've guessed by now. I have an obsessive cleaning disorder. My mom thought it would be better to ship me off here to see if they can help me out, but I really haven't noticed any change in me."

"How long have you been here?"

"Four months. I'll be leaving in two months."

"Do you mind telling me your story?"

"Not at all."

She places her book down. Looking over at Andrew I notice that he was interested in what she had to say.

"My dad hated when the house was dirty, but he was the one who made it dirty by having his drunk friends over all the time. Well, when they'd leave, he'd beat me till everything was spotless. That went on for 4 years. I'd get beaten for every little mess that was made by him. I was raised on punches and having to clean the house. One day my dad died of an alcohol overdose. That day I was set free, like a bird flying in the sky. Months later, my mom noticed a change in my attitude. How I wanted everything clean and spotless. Sometimes she'd dirty up the house just to see how I'd react. I'd scream at her. I would scream out the same words my dad used to scream at me. My mom ended up shipping me off here. She thought this place was good for me."

That sucks having an abusive father. Times like this I take for granted because my father wasn't like that, even though he's gone I still had happy memories with him. All Alicia had were memories of getting beaten for stupid stuff.

"Your mom, was she informed with what happened yesterday?" Andrew asks.

"Yes, she's coming tomorrow."

I turn to Andrew.

"Tell me your story."

He immediately looks down at the scars on his hands.

"You don't have to tell us if you don't want to." Alicia says.

"I want to." He replies.