I'm In Love With A Rebel

The Hospital

I sat on the examination table, trembling. My Mom was rubbing my back and holding my hand, while my Dad was pacing up and down. Jesse stood up from the chair and walked over to me. He pushed my hair out of my face and said, "You're gonna be okay, you'll see."
I smiled, wanting to kiss him so bad, but I tilted my head down. My mother was standing right there, for Pete's sake!
Jesse understood and just kissed my hand.
"Okay," the doctor came in. "Wow, you're really beaten up. Are you okay?"
I shook my head.
"What happened?"
"I-I-I...." I stammered.
"She was attacked," my Dad told the doctor.
"What kind?"
"I- I-I w-w-was al-al-al-" I swallowed. I knew I had to say it out loud. "I was almost raped...." there. I said it.
"Oh... wow. That- That is scary."
I nodded.
"Well... let's," she cleared her throat. "Let's get you fixed up."
She cleaned up the blood and put bandages on the wounds.
There was a knock on the door. The nurse went to answer it, and there stood the sexiest cop I had ever seen. "Someone reported a sexual assault case?" He asked, putting his badge away.
"Oh, yes. That was me." Dad told him.
"Daddy!" I looked at him. "He was only seventeen!"
"But he hurt you!"
"And if we don't get him, he'll do it again." The cop said.
"I guess so...."
"Now, I need to ask you some personal questions. Would you like for your Dad and boyfriend to leave?"
At the term 'boyfriend', Jesse and I blushed. Sure, we had just confessed our feelings for each other, but we hadn't established a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.
I nodded.
"What?!" My Dad said, surprised.
"Daddy, please. I feel uncomfortable enough as it is," I begged.
"Fine." He left, and as my Mom looked away, Jesse gave me a quick peck.
"You'll be okay. You've just got some lumps and bruises." He smiled and left.
"First off, I'm Detective Reagan. What's your name?" He asked.
"My name? What's my name?"
"Her name's Becky." Mom held my hand.
"Becky..." I continued to stare at the detective.
"Now, your dad said 'almost'. Did he actually rape you? Like, have sex with you?"
"No. Jesse and my mom and Dad.... they stopped him just in time."
"What happened?"
"I was dancing with Je- with my date, and..." I trailed off; I didn't wanna tell this sexy detective what had happened.
"I know it's hard, but you gotta tell me. So I can help."
I nodded, not really sure what he said. "Go ahead."
"Go ahead.... with what?"
"Tell him what happened, sweetie." My Mom helped out.
I nodded. "The— rapist..... he grabbed me and started dancing with me...." I stopped, all of a sudden, I didn't feel like getting this out of my system.
"It's okay, take your time."
I took in a big breath. "Then he led me to the hall, against my will, and attacked me."
"How?"
"He slammed me against the wall.... and he..." tears started to sting my eyes.
"I see your dress is ripped and your hair's messed up; he did that?"
I nodded, the tears beginning to flow.
"Did he... touch you in any way? Groping, maybe?"
I nodded.
"And it was..." his voice trailed off, and his fingers pointed in the general direction of my womanhood.
I nodded, starting to really cry.
Detective Reagan rubbed my knee, trying to calm me down. But it didn't work; that beef cake was just turning me on.
"What was the killer's— sorry, rapist's name?"
"Killer?" I barely asked.
"I usually work on murders and suicides and the like. Now, what was his name?"
"Roy. Roy Biggins."
"Can you describe him?"
"Fat, gross, ugly, slicked back black hair.... really, really, really gross."
"How old are you?"
"I'm only fifteen! I'll be scared for life!"
Detective Reagan smiled a little. "Do you know where Biggins lives?"
"Eww. Gross, no!"
Reagan laughed a little.
"May I ask a question?"
My mother had gone out of the room to answer questions for the other detective, so I felt comfortable asking this.
"What?"
"What's your first name?" I wiped my tears.
"Will you stop crying if I tell you?"
I nodded. "Possibly."
"Danny."
"Danny Reagan...."
"Yeah. So, can you tell me anything else about the perp?"
"Perp?"
"Perpetrator. You know, the creep."
I shook my head. "I hate him. I don't know anything about him."
"Your boyfriend.... does he know?"
"I don't think so... you could ask him; he's in some of the same classes as 'the perp'." I sorta smiled, glad I used a police term.
"Okay, I'll do that. I hope you feel better..."
"Yeah..." I watched Danny leave, finally being able to breathe properly. Why don't they make a beef cake calendar with the police? If he was in it, I'd totally by it.....

A long chapter, I know! But I had to have the detective question her. The detective: see what I did there? If you don't see, go watch Blue Bloods. And, yes, I think Detective Danny Reagan is sexy.
Happy reading!