How is this possible? No way. It couldn't have been two months.
"No that's not possible. It was last night. I was leaving a party and was just around the block to my house when I took the same alley I do all the time, but someone came out and attacked me. Maybe even raped me. I don't really remember." I choked out.
"You were raped, and attacked. The attack was so bad you were put into a medical coma. No one thought that you were going to make it. There was so much blood and the stab wounds were serious. You almost di-" The doctor was cut off by the sound of yelling coming through the hallway.
"Let us through! That's our daughter in there!" I hear my dad shout.
"Becca? Becca! Baby are you okay?" He asked frantically when they reached my room.
"Sir you cannot be in he-"
"No. Shut the hell up I've been worried sick for two months and I have the right to see my daughter you bastards." My dad yelled, cutting the doctor off.
"Fine." The doctors began, a hard look set on his face. "You have 15 minutes then you need to leave." He said sternly before walking out and shutting the curtain, leaving us alone.
My mom and dad both say next to me on my hospital bed, their hands on my thighs as they caught me up on what the hell happened to me.
"I- I was raped?" I asked shakily.
The tears that I noticed my parents holding in all flooded out as they nodded, confirming my question.
"But you were saved. A stranger heard the commotion and saved you, baby girl. You could've been killed but the stranger saved you. He brought you here and gave a description of the men who were caught. He was here when we got here. He kept you with us." My dad said weeping.
We all wept and held on to eachother for as long as we could until the doctor came back in.
"It's been 15 minutes. You both have to wait in the waiting room until we finish testing her." He said coldly.
Both of my parents got up and passed the doctor standing at the end of my bed on their way out to leave.
"Wait!" I yelled out. "Who was the person that saved me? He had to have left his name." I questioned.
Of course I wanted to know who he was. He needed to be thanked from me for saving my life. Not from my parents, whom I assumed already have kissed his feet in gratitude.
The doctor, nurses, and my parents all looked around to each other with questioning eyes.
"Well, sweetheart." My dad began. "He doesn't want you to know."
A/N:
I totally forgot about this story but hey here's an update sorry it's short and shit.
Follow me on twitta: @/fuckinwithhemmo
