Brett & Casey: Recovering

I'm Fine

WARNING: The rape will be mentioned in this chapter; nothing too graphic will be included. If this is hard or upsetting for anyone please don't read.

Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews, comments, votes, and more! Sorry, it's taken me a little while longer to update; I was finishing one of my other stories. Hopefully, the next chapter won't take me as long to update!

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Chapter Three: I'm Fine

"I won't cry, it'll be fine. I'll take my last breath. Push it out my chest 'til there's nothing left."

― Hollywood Undead

Sylvie sat there on the floor with her back and head to the door for the whole day on Sunday from light to dark. She was so tired and in horrific pain but every time she closed her eyes to try and get some sleep, all she would see was his face.

How was she ever going to be able to go to bed and not think about him? What about being around men in general? Could she do that? I mean she works with lots of men for twenty-four hours straight. What if she couldn't do it? What if she couldn't be around her family anymore?

She refused to cry anymore. She felt like that's all she had done since the second it happened. So she didn't, she stared straight ahead as if her life depended on it.

Monday morning came like a stab to the chest. She didn't want to go out and face everyone, but she had too. She had already tried to call Chief Boden that morning and ask if she could get a fill-in on Sixty-One, but he told her that today was an all hands on deck kind of day, due to the flu taking out a huge number of the CFD.

So she had to go. There was no way out now.

She took one last look at herself in her floor-length mirror before she walked out and met Foster by the door. Almost every inch of Sylvie's body was bruised or scratched. The cut on the side of her head had started to heal, even though, the redness around it screamed something else. She tried to cover as much as she could with makeup, but it didn't really help. It looked like someone had taken a baseball bat and beat her body over and over again.

"Brett, come on we're going to be late!" Screamed Foster from the kitchen as she tried to fit in as much cereal as her mouth would take.

Sylvie flinched at hearing Emily's voice. She was still pretty anxious and antsy about every noise she heard. Rather it be a loud neighbor, who sounded like they were River Dancing on the floor above them, or a pigeon tapping on her bedroom window, every noise she heard made her jump and look for him.

"I guess it's now or never." Whispered Sylvie as she threw one more look at the mirror, grabbed her bag, and made her way over to her door. Where she trepidatiously grabbed the brass door handle unlocked it and turned it. She wanted to run and hide the second she stepped out. She didn't feel safe. What if he was lurking around and waiting for her somewhere? Or watching her? What if he was watching her?

"Oh, my God! Sylvie, what happened?"

Sylvie looked up at Emily whose eyes were wide with an agape mouth so big from surprise she could actually catch flies if she wanted to.

"If thought you said black and blue were in this season." Said Sylvie as she kept her head down and tried to jokingly get away with hiding her injuries.

Emily shook her head and took two giant steps towards Sylvie, who on new instincts tried to step back and hide, "Sylvie...did someone do this to you?"