Wish You Were Here

Part 29: Running When You Call My Name

In one swift motion I release the arm of the couch and grab the ceramic lamp resting on the table just in reach. By the time his eyes widened in realization I was smashing his skull in one blunt motion.

I threw his limp body off of me and hurdled the couch, rushing to my phone. The adrenaline pumping through my veins being the only thing keeping me upright.

I call the police and report my own rape at knife point, in my own home, where the man in question is lying unconscious in a pool of ceramic shards and his own blood.

My apartment soon flooded with officers and medics. I hate to say it, but unfortunately the bastard wasn't hit hard enough to kill him. I push the thought down as I answer the officers questions about what happened. Another team is collecting the evidence, and I'm placed in a second ambulance to go to the hospital.

They test me for all sorts of things, run a rape kit, give me plan b since he didn't use protection, and give me every STD test possible. I tell the same story to so many people that I have the whole speech memorized.

I'm finally released at four in the morning, and I have to start making the phone calls I'm dreading the most. I have to call Ray first because I'd rather not take an Uber home in the hospital donated sweats I'm wearing after tonight.

I tell her I'm at the hospital and can't explain why yet, but not to freak out. I need to tell her I'm person, and I need to get the fuck home. She doesn't argue and isn't mad that I woke her up, she just gets in the car in her pajamas and tells me she'll be here as soon as she can.

I sit on a bench alone, outside of the hospital, with the sun still not out. It takes fifteen minutes for her to arrive, and upon seeing me she throws her door open and runs to me.

"What the fuck did he do to you?" She's in tears immediately, and for the first time all night I allow the emotions to hit me. It hit me like a bus going full speed right into my chest. She pulls me up from the bench and holds me, both of us crying into each other until she can calm down enough to drive. I take my breaths slow, and calm myself enough to speak once we're in the car.

She says what I knew she'd say once I finish giving her the rundown of the night. It took well past just the short drive, and now we're in her apartment with the tea kettle boiling. I was too afraid to go home.

"You have to call him, Cass. Right now."

It's still early, the sun just now rising, and I'm terrified to have to tell him what happened. She won't drop it though, and she's right to make me call him. I'm just scared.

Keeping this from him would only ruin us. I'm not willing to let Connor take the one person I've ever maybe loved away from me. So I click his contact and dial the number, only waiting two rings before I hear his voice.

"Cass?" His voice is deep and raspy with sleep, I can tell he's slightly confused. He waits a moment, and I still haven't found the words to speak.

"Cassy, what's wrong?"

That's all it took for the strangled sobs to break through my throat. All I can keep saying is how sorry I am between my gasps.

He calms me down the best he can, bringing me to stray tears and hiccups.

I finally found my voice.

"He showed up, Cal. H-he.. it's bad Calum it's really bad."

I couldn't even fucking say the word anymore, it makes me sick.

I feel his breathing catch through the speaker, before it picks back up heavier than before.

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