Thank you, Kelley

Chapter 33

A/N: Warning Sexual Assult/Rape - Sorry I forgot to do this on some of the other chapters that may have been triggering.

Meghan's POV:

My peaceful sleep is interrupted.

I am in my ex's apartment. Just the same as it was in real life. Pictures of us line the wall. I want them desperately to disappear. I don't want to be part of the story anymore but it's this or Greg so I have stayed here.

Paige stumbles through the door. The smell of weed and alcohol make their way across the room before she does. That's a new one. She's normally only drunk, not high.

"Hey, baby. I'm home." she slurs out.

"Ya clearly," I say under my breath. I keep my focus on the TV hoping she will just go and collapse in our room. Unfortunately, this is not the case. She takes a minute but then moves into my view. Completely naked.

You have gotta be kidding me. I don't want to. I try to avoid eye contact but before I can do anything she has me pinned to the couch. Hands above my head so I can't escape her. She removes my clothing one piece at a time.

"Come on babe!" she squealed in excitement. Then she sits on my stomach. She starts to touch herself. She starts moving around and moaning. Her juices land on me. I can feel my own body reacting to the sight. I try desperately not to give her the satisfaction but I know it's not working. After she is done with herself she moves on to me.

"Oh so wet for me baby," she says. I am so mad. I didn't want to. I tried so hard to not be. She inserts herself into me. All I feel is pain and guilt.

I sit up quickly in bed. I desperately look around trying to figure out where I am. Memories and feelings flow through me. And I want to feel none of them.

I pull myself out of bed. I still am unclear where I am but I can see a light on in the bathroom. I managed to get in there. I grab a cup from the counter and fill it with water hoping to ease my dry throat.

As I stand in the mirror looking at myself, everything flashes before me. The car crash. Each time she hurt me. When Greg would hit me. Little bits and pieces of the night he almost killed me.

Kelley's POV:

I am awoken by a crash and then a thud. I look around the room trying to find the source of the sound. I looked at the clock and it read 3:32 am. So definitely not just Becky making breakfast. As I come to my senses more I remember the last few days. The fact that Meghan lives across the hall now. I can feel my heart basically stop.

I launch myself out of bed and across the hall. I am terrified of what I might find. I knock on the door and get no response. I open the door to find a dark room.

"Meghan?" I whisper. What the hell is going on? Then I notice the room is lit slightly from the open bathroom door. I make my way over and my worst nightmare comes true.

"Meghan!" I yell out as I approach her. There is a shattered cup on the ground next to her unconscious body. I carefully stepped over the shards and put a hand on her shoulder. She squirms under my hand. I quickly pull her into my chest knowing what's going on.

"Hey... Shh... it's alright. You're ok. You're safe. I'm here. But I need you to wake up ok. Open your eyes for me." I whisper sweet things into her ear trying to get her to calm down. She must have had a nightmare and then it turned into a panic attack once she woke up. I guess she went to get water and then collapsed. She normally is conscious though. Why can't I get here to wake up and open her eyes? Shit, what if she hit her head. Oh my god.

"BECKY!" I scream. She better fucking hear me.

A moment later I hear a small thud and then footsteps.

"Kel?" I can hear her in the hallway.

"Becky! I need you." I can feel the tears starting to form in my eyes.

I can hear her footsteps getting closer.

"Oh my god." is all she gets out as she comes across the scene.

"Bec I can't get her to wake up." tears fall from my eyes at this point. Meghan is still fighting me under my grip but I can't get her to wake up.

"Ok. What can I do?" she asks full of concern.

"I don't know Bec! I don't know what to do! What have I done Bec? I can't take care of her. I'm not good enough for her." I'm sobbing at this point. I shouldn't have adopted her. She needs someone better. Fuck.

"Hey shh. No, you are perfect for her. Kel you need to calm down if you want to help her. I'm going to clean up this glass really quick so no one gets hurt. Just hold her Kel. She'll be ok. Alright? She's moving and fighting you. That's good, ok. That means it's not another brain injury, ok?" She says as she runs to go get our small vacuum to clean up the glass.

Ok. ya. She's right. If it was her head she wouldn't be trying to fight me. It's just a bad panic attack. I continue my sweet whispers into her ear. It seems to be working too. She eventually stops fighting me.

Becky has finished cleaning up the glass too. She sits down next to me leading back against the bathtub. And we sit there like that for a long time.

"I need you to open your eyes, Meghan. Shh... I've got you." To my surprise, she does this time. Her eyes are wild though. They dart around the bathroom and between Becky and I.

"Shhh... It's ok. We're at home in Utah. Breathe slow for me, ok?" Recognition flashes across her face as she remembers where we are. We continue to sit there as Meghan calms down more.

"Ok," Becky says in a low voice. "If you guys are good I will leave you be. But yell if you need anything."

"Ya... thank you, Bec. I'm sorry." I say to her. I feel bad that I had to wake her up.

"No don't be. She needs help then I'm here. It's all good. But I would like to go back to sleep now." she giggles.

"Ya, Night Bec."

"Good night."

I return my focus to Meghan. She is staring off into the distance.

"You want to go back to bed now?" She just looks into my eyes and I can see that she isn't ready yet. "Ok, we will sit here till morning if we have to. All good."

Thankfully I am able to get her up before then. I lay her down in her bed. I pulled the covers up around her. I look down to see she is trying to hide the fear that is evident in her face.

"Hey shh... do you want me to sleep here?" She nods slightly. "Ok"

I pull back the covers and climb in. I pull her close to me and wrap my arms around her.

"I'm sorry" she whispers but it's barely audible.

"No need to be. I'm always going to be here for you ok. I promise." I squeeze her to show my love.

With that, she falls asleep. She is always so exhausted after a panic attack. My own brain is racing. I'm just so worried about her. I mean what if I didn't hear her fall. Then she would just be out on the bathroom floor by herself. I realize I'm not helping myself and try to get some sleep. It takes a long time but I eventually am successful.