The Girl Who Cried Rape

Chapter 8: A Not so Merry Christmas

 Chapter 8: A Not so Merry Christmas

10:30 am - Christmas Eve

Lying in bed, I heard a knock at the door and in walked Nurse Kelley. “Good Morning, Dear, how are you today?” She asked with a smile.

            “I’m good, just wish I could finally go home,” I said with a sad look on my face.

“Well good news, you can. We are discharging you today. We’ve already called your parents and they’ll be here soon. Now get dressed,” she said laying my clothes on the bed, “you’re going home. Merry Christmas!” She said with a smile and a wink as she walked out the door.

I had spent a week in the hospital, mostly because I was still on suicide watch but the doctors were finally allowing me to go home, just in time for Christmas. I got up out of bed and turned toward the wall to cover part of my body, as I got dressed. I took off my hospital gown revealing my naked body. That’s when I heard the door shut and locked. I spun around covering myself as much as I could with my gown. A man wearing scrubs and doctor’s mask walked toward me. Snatching my gown out of my hands, I immediately attempt to cover myself with my hands. He laughed and forced my hands to the side, taking in the view of my naked body. Staring at my nipples, he watched them grow hard from the chilly room. He removed his mask, just as I was about to scream for help, he kissed me passionately. His hands wondered over my body, first he felt me breasts and then slowly moved to my hips and lower back. He squeezed my butt. Then, he licked his finger and continued to kiss me as he put his finger inside of me. It was slow at first but he went faster in and out of me, making me moan. I wanted to scream and run away, but I couldn’t it was like I was glued to the floor with my mouth sewn shut. In a strange way kind of liked how it felt but I was terrified all at the same time.

He pushed me on the bed and forced my legs to spread open and bent down. I felt his tongue licking inside and out. I moaned but he covered my mouth with his hand to muffle me. He used his other hand to finger me as he continued to lick me. The combination of his finger play and flickering of his tongue sent me into overdrive. He licked me one last time before he stood up and whispered in my ear, “I love the taste of your sweet nectar”, as he kissed me.

He put back on his mask, cleaned me up and dressed me.  He whispered in my ear, “Merry Christmas,” before he slipped out the door taking the sheets with him.

Moments later, my parents walk in, “Hey honey, how’s are little girl doing?” My dad said with a goofy look on his face. I rushed over and hugged them both, trying to hold back my tears but failing. My parents heard my sniffling, “What’s wrong, sweetie?” My mom asked concerned.

I paused for a moment; I knew they wouldn’t believe me. Why should they? This guy was good at hiding evidence and making it look like nothing happened. He walked in wearing a mask in scrubs, if anyone saw him they’d think he was a doctor and wouldn’t ask questions. No one heard me scream for help. The room doesn’t show signs of struggle. If I told them, no one would believe me but when I went to open my mouth it just spilled out. “I was raped!”

            “What! When?” They asked.

“Just a few minutes ago before you both got here!” I said still crying. My mom grabbed me and hugged me tightly as my father rushed out the door, running down the hallway looking for the culprit. He rushed to the front desk and frantically said, “My daughter was just raped in her hospital room! Call for help now! The guy may still be in the building!” The nurse pressed the emergency lockdown button and sirens went off, doors to the unit shut and locked, cutting anyone off from leaving or entering the unit.

            When the police arrived, they came to my room. They questioned me and dusted the room for fingerprints and searched for bodily fluid using ultra violet light. The doctor did another rape kit on me. After a few hours, the results came back from the tests. When nothing came up, they asked me more questions as if I was lying.

            “Check the cameras! There’s got to be something there,” I yelled.

“Miss, we already did. There’s no footage of someone entering or leaving your room before your parents got here. The only person was Nurse Kelley.” The police officer said.

            “That’s impossible,” I replied, “He must have did something to the cameras!”

“Miss, calm down, you must have been having a nightmare. There’s no witnesses, no one saw anyone come in here. It’s like this rapist of yours is a ghost.” The police officer said sarcastically. “Merry Christmas, young lady” he said, nodding to my parents as he left.

            My parents looked at me unknowing of what to say, “Umm, lets go home, sweetie, I baked your favorite, apple pie. My mom said smiling, “that’ll cheer you up.” She kissed my forehead and led me out the door as dad followed behind.