Baby Please Remember...

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

*I'm really on a roll with these updates 😂 I just love writing this story so I can't stop updating!
I'm gonna through a TRIGGER WARNING in for this whole chapter too. It does mention sexual harassment and assault, so please don't read if you aren't comfortable. I don't intend to offend or upset anyone with my writing either 💕*

*FREDDIE'S POV*
*Two Days Later*
"Are you okay Fred? You're shivering." John frowned, pulling me closer to him as we lied in bed together. They'd released me from the hospital today, two days early because we were leaving for a new city in the morning. John and I had talked things over (after a lot of screaming) when he picked me up, and I found out he wasn't cheating. He'd flown out his own drug dealer. After making such a fuss over Rog doing it, he did it himself! I had to admit that I wasn't expecting him to say he'd been taking pills again. I really was expecting another man, not medication, to be behind the lying. I was glad it wasn't, don't get me wrong, but also a little disappointed in him. I couldn't be mad though. Addiction is something that John is always going to struggle with, and I just need to be here to help him, to hopefully take some of that struggle away.

"I-I'm f-fine." I struggled out, my whole body shaking as he wrapped me tighter in his arms. I couldn't stop. I know what it was. I was panicking. I hadn't told John about what happened with the nurse. I couldn't bring myself to bring it up, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. I couldn't stop seeing it, feeling her lips on mine, on my neck. I could feel her body on top of me, holding me down as she touched me. It made me nauseous. My body ached, the feeling of her pinning me to my mattress never leaving me. I could still smell her cheap perfume too. No matter how many times I sat in the shower and scrubbed and scrubbed to make myself clean, I could still smell her. I felt dirty. I felt disgusting. I let her use me. I gave in. I couldn't take it.

"You're not fine Freddie." My boyfriend sighed, his lips pressed against the top of my head as he rubbed my back to warm me up. I wasn't cold. I just couldn't stop shaking. "Don't shut me out again baby. Please, I want to help you." He soothed, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead as I clenched my eyes closed, trying to focus on calming myself down. I'd been like this ever since it happened. Ever since she wouldn't take no for an answer.

"I, I can't." I whispered, my stomach doing flips as I thought about it all again. I couldn't stop thinking about it. It was like an endless movie replaying in my head. Over and over and over.

"Fred." John sighed again, touching my cheek gently to get me to open my eyes. "Let me help you." He whispered back, catching the few stray tears that slipped down my face with his thumb. The light casted from the bedside lamp captured his features as he gazed at me. He looked beautiful. He always looked beautiful, but this lighting made him look like an angel.

"You're so pretty." I said quietly, trying to change the subject off me, off my fucked up mind. "Did you know you are so pretty my darling?" I faked a smile, watching his eyebrows crinkle together in thought.

"Don't ignore me." He said seriously, a strong tone in his voice as he caught on to what I was trying to do.

"I-I wasn't, yo-"

"I know what you're doing, I know you Freddie." He laughed lightly, amused that I'd even try and lie to him. I don't know why I did, I knew he could tell when I was lying. "And I know something is eating you up too." He added. "Please talk to me. I can help."

"You c-can't help." I muttered, shaking my head as I closed my eyes again. He can't help. Nobody can help.

"You don't know that, I can-"

"Y-You can't!" I snapped, taking him by surprise. I tried my best to wiggle my way out of his arms, feeling too enclosed in his grip. "Let me g-go." I muttered. "J-John, let me go, please!" I began to panic, my breathing becoming heavy as I felt like I was back there. That she was holding me again, not letting me go as she did all those things. "John, p-please!" I begged, kicking my legs at him.