Chris went to the grocery store and the other two boys went to see they're girlfriends. So I planned a special night for Chris and I. I hid all of his condoms and lit candles in our room. On the cabinet I have a note for him that says 'upstairs. I have a crazy surprise for you.' When Chris comes upstairs he will see me revealing myself to him and hopefully he will fuck me.
I hear the front door open and I squeal in excitement. I spread my legs out as far as they go and latch the cuffs to my wrists. The stairs creak and then silence. Slowly the door is opened and some huge black man stands there in burglary clothes. I close my legs and pull my wrists. He comes over to me and pulls my legs apart again.
"No, no. Please. My boyfriend is coming home any second. Please don't do this," I cry. The man slaps my face and I feel the tears fall from my eyes. I hear his pants unzip then pain. The stranger thrusts into me repeatedly and I lay there. After a few seconds I go numb.
"Come for me bitch!" he punches me in the nose and blood pours out. He spits on my southern area and aggressively rubs my clit. My body, out of nature, comes on him and he pulls out after releasing himself in me. I shake and twist the cuffs. The man leaves me there, bloody and crying. I stare at the ceiling ashamed with myself for not fighting harder. I hear the front door open again and Chris singing City Lights. I sob and feel disgusted with myself. Something hits the floor and I hear his feet pounding up the stairs.
"Eleanor!" he runs over to me and I look away. "Wh-"
"Some guy just broke into the house... a-a-and r-r-raped m-me. I couldn't get away."
"Did you..." I nod.
"He did what you do. I couldn't stop myself. My body knows what ..." I cry again and Chris wipes my cheeks.
"No baby. Don't worry about it. Where did you put the key?" I look at the dresser then he goes and grabs the key to unlock the cuffs. Then he grabs me some clothes. "I'm taking you to the hospital." I nod and he puts my sweat pants on me. Then he puts a sweater over my head. I try to stand but fall to the ground. Pain shoots through my body and I scream. Chris grabs all of the covers on our bed and puts them in a bag. Then he helps me off the ground, down the stairs and out to the car. I sit in the passenger seat and bring my knees to my chest. I hurt everywhere.
"I want to die Chris." Tears fall again at a steady pace. "I want to kill myself more than I ever have before. I'm so disgusted with myself. I'm dirty." His hands tighten on the steering wheel and he growls.
"I hope that bastard gets locked up. If I see him I will surely rip his fucking dick off. He's a sick human. He's disgusting. A filthy bastard." Chris parks the car and we slowly walk into the hospital. We go right up to the reception desk and a gasp meets us.
"What happened?" a woman asks.
"She was raped. I was gone at the store getting stuff for dinner and I came home to find her bleeding everywhere on the bed," Chris spits. The woman looks at me remorsefully.
"Oh dear. Honey, I know this will be hard, but I will need for you to describe your attacker." I gulp and look at Chris. He grips my hand and nods to me. His eyes tell me he isn't going anywhere.
"Can we go to a room? Alone?" I whisper. The woman nods and grabs the phone.
"Hello? Yes I need a room for a young woman who was sexually assaulted and a police officer." The image of that man flashes in my mind and I shudder. An orderly comes over to Chris and I.
"I'm going to take you to the room. Come... Please." We follow him to a room a floor above us. I curl up into a ball and cry. I scratch my hip where some of my scars are. Chris grabs my hand and kisses my fingers.
"I'm sorry Eleanor. I should have stayed home then this wouldn't have happened." A knock comes from the door. A police woman and man comes in. My eyes widen and a I move to a sitting position. The man is my attacker. He looks at me and frowns.
"No, no. I can't talk to a man," I sputter. Chris looks at the cops and the woman tells the man cop to leave. She comes over to me with a notepad.
"Okay honey. Tell me what happened." I wipe my nose on my sleeve and look her right in the eyes.
"I was raped by the police officer outside the door," I spit out. Chris stands and goes out the door, punching the man in the face. "I was on my bed waiting on Chris to come home from the store. I had a special evening planned for us and that pig burst in then raped me while I was handcuffed to the bed." She looks at the door where my boyfriend is being held away from the man on the ground holding his jaw.
"Is that true?" the woman asks. I look right at the man and nod. A doctor walks in and Chris follows him. The woman handcuffs the other police officer and they walk away.
"Hello miss. I am Doctor Francis and I'll be doing the rape kit on you. I will need you to take off your clothes though," the woman doctor says. She closes the door and blinds on all the windows. I strip down and she puts my clothes in an evidence bag. I watch her write notes then pull out the kit from a nearby cabinet. "Lay down please and bend your knees. I'm going to take samples from you vaginal walls with cotton swabs." I do as she says and I rub my hands together. "You have severe bruising down there so I would be very careful. Don't have sex for at least three months. Alright?" She looks at Chris and he nods. "I'll take your knuckles up in a second. Also I'm going to bring you some hospital garb then the cop again for photo evidence."
"Thank you." She tightly smiles and touches my hair.
"You're very strong for coming here and telling us. It will dramatically help the healing process."
"What if I become pregnant?" I ask. Chris sobs and covers his face. The woman looks into my eyes before answering.
"We can discuss that in a bit. I'll be back with papers and your clothes." She leaves the room and I look at Chris.
"If you get pregnant what are you going to do?" he asks.
"I'm not killing it. I refuse to get an abortion."
"You'll give them up for adoption." Chris wipes off his cheeks and sits on the bed beside me. "I'll always love you."
"I know. I will always love you too." Chris kisses my cheek softly and holds my hand. "Does any of the guys know yet?"
"No. I won't tell them unless you want them to know," he says.
"I don't know yet. I might tell my dad and brother but I don't know for sure. I guess it all depends on if he gets locked up."
"I'm sure he will," Chris licks his lips then looks at me with his dark chocolate orbs. "Marry me."
