Patrick's POV
I was laying in bed with Pete when I hear the front door open. I look at the clock and see that it's nearly midnight. Alex was out late tonight. It's good for her I guess to be busy. To take her mind off of what ever was bothering her.
"They must've kept her pretty busy today." Pete said.
"Yeah,"
"Are you okay?" He asks
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just worried is all." I reply
He leans up and looks me in the eyes.
"She's gonna be okay. You just have to give her sometime." he says.
I sigh "I know, but I'm still gonna worry though."
"I know.... We should go downstairs and talk with her for a bit. She's been gone all day. Let's go see if she had fun." he smiles and starts to head downstairs with me following him.
When we reach the bottom step and we see her sitting on the couch. She has her arms wrapped around her legs and her face in her knees. Me and Pete exchange worried expressions before approaching her. What happened?
I go sit next to her on the couch and I put my hand in hers.
"What's wrong?" I ask
She just shakes her head and buries her face in her knees.
I give her hand a gentle squeeze and just wait for her to be able to answer the question.
After about ten minutes she lifts her head and her eyes were puffy and red. She has been crying and I didn't even know. I put my arm around her and she leans into me. I look at Pete and he gets the message. He stands up and leaves saying that he'll see us later. I watch his car pull away and then down the street. I turn to Alex again.
"What's bothering you?"
She's quiet for a moment and then she speaks.
"Phil, he's my boyfriend." She said
I'm a little confused.
"Well, that's good isn't it?" I ask
"Yeah, but I'm hiding so many things. I have stuff I need to tell him, and I'm afraid that once I do..." her voice starts to crack "he won't want me anymore."
"What haven't you told him?"
"The same thing I haven't told you."
"what haven't you told me?"
She almost starts crying again.
"I thought I could just forget. I thought I could just forget everything after I came back from the hospital. I thought I could just move on, but today when me, Dan and Phil went out for pizza I saw him."
"Saw who?" I asked cautiously
"The reason I wanted to kill myself. I didn't know how to cope with what had happened between me and him. He just smiled at me like nothing happened, but I know, I know what he did and just keeping it in, not being able to tell anyone because I was scared was killing me. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat." she spoke so fast I almost missed what she was saying. My mind started flooding with things that could have possibly happened, but the only one that made sense was one I didn't want to believe. I needed to know, but at the same time I didn't really want to. but I needed to know. I take a deep breath to prepare myself for the answer I wanted so desperately not to hear escape her lips.
"What happened?" I asks slowly.
"He...he...he took advantage of me Patrick. During those two weeks me and you didn't talk, I had gone to a party. I met him there at the party and I had had a lot to drink and so did he. I don't remember what had happened all I know is that I woke up next to him naked. I had slept with him. we both kinda just woke up with pounding headaches and were kinda confused so we just kinda started talking. He seemed like a nice guy. Before we left the house we exchanged numbers and said we would meet again and we did. The friend I had moved in with had left for the night to go to her boyfriend's house and he had called me that night asking if I was free and of course I said yes. He had come over with dinner and I had a movie picked out. It seemed like a normal night, but things started to get intense. I pushed him off, not hard just kinda like a gentle push back, to let him know I didn't want to, but he wouldn't have that. He had pinned me to the couch. I tried to get him off of me but he was to strong. I couldn't and no matter how much I begged and pleaded he just wouldn't let me go." She paused to catch her breath. She had started crying again. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing. "afterwards he let me go and told me not to tell anyone and that if I did, he would know and he would find me and we would 'take care of me'. I feel so bad, I feel so dirty." She said and burst into tears again and I honestly didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to say so I just say there and let her cry on me.
"I don't know what to do Patrick." She says
"You have to tell the police." I say
She sits up and has this shocked look on her face.
"But Patrick what if the police don't catch him, what if he comes to get me."
" I know it seems scary, but trust me you've got to do this, because if you don't then he will just keep doing this. He will keep going around and taking advantage of women. We've got to stop him. You have to tell the police."
She curls back into the ball that I found her in when me and Pete had come down the stairs.
She sighs " I can't do that Patrick. It's a lot easier said than done."
I think for a moment trying to figure out a way to stop this guy.
"What's his name?" I ask
She looks at me with sad eyes and then looks forward again.
"His name is Mark, Mark Coda." she says and her voice cracking on every single word.
I get out my phone and start to call the police.
Alex's POV
I hear Patrick on the phone talking with one of the police officers. I've tuned him out and got lost in my own thoughts. I was brought back into the present by my phone vibrating in my pocket. I didn't even bother to check the number because I had a pretty good feeling who it was. Phil. I pressed the talk button, but the voice that greeted me was not Phil's. I couldn't even recognize it. It sounded modified and fake, and the words it spoke sent shivers down my spine and fear had paralyzed me.
"Wrong move sweetheart," the voice said "now I'm coming for you." then it hug up.
Mark, he knows.
