Demi
I woke up in a hospital bed, the bright lights blinding me. A low groan came from my mouth as a dull ache spread through my body. I lifted my head, and immediately let it fall as a pounding pain in my forehead started. I tried to shift my body and nearly cried out as a sharp, stabbing pain shot through my lower region. I felt tears leaking from my eyes as the memory of what put me in here came back to me.
~*~
"Look at you pretty! What are you doing out here all alone?"
I turned to see a dark figure walking about twenty feet behind me and sped ip. I cursed myself for walking so late. I had told Max, my security guard, that I would meet him at the car, I just wanted to stop at one more stove in the Grove. I could hear more footsteps behind me and glanced back to see that two more guys had joined the first and they were a lot closer. I could see a bottle of vodka swinging from one of their hands.
"Where you goin' beautiful?!" They yelled again.
"Come on baby! We just wanna have fun."
One of them grabbed my wrist and I ripped it away from him, "Don't touch me." I said, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.
"Feisty huh? I bet we could have lots of fun." He sneered.
"Please don't."
He laughed sadistically, "Begging, I like hearing you beg." I turned around to run but he grabbed my arm, "Don't walk away from me you bitch."
I flung my hand out to hit him but he grabbed that wrist too and one of the other guys wrappe this arms around my waist.
"No!" I struggled against his hold and kicked out my legs.
"Mmm." The leader continued, "I think you'll make me feel real good. Don't you wanna make me feel good?" I shook my head and they all laughed, "Come on baby girl, let's go have some fun."
They half-carried half-dragged me into an alleyway and shoved some sort of rag into my mouth.
"You know, I've been with a lot of girls, but I think you will definitely be the most entertaining."
I whimpered and they all laughed loudly. I had don't this before, with other girls, just like me. I closed my eyes as they began to undress, and then struggled as I felt hands moving over my body, sliding under my clothes.
"Yo get a feel of this ass bro! She's a ten!"
I began to sob as they all took turns feeling me up.
"Cheer up sugar." A scruffy pair of lips was placed on mine, "You'll be feelin' real good soon."
~*~
I began to sob, both from the memory and the pain as my chest constricted. I looked around, terrified of being in the room alone.
"Help!" I screamed out, "Somebody help me!"
A nurse ran in, "Miss Lovato, you're awake!"
I looked up at her, panicked, "I need Wilmer. My fiancé, is he here?!"
She nodded, "He hasn't left the hospital. I'll call the police to let them know you've woken up."
I closed my eyes and buried my head into my hands as she left, crying hard. I should've never let Max leave without me. I should've fought harder, I should've never gone off alone. I'm so stupid.
"Demi."
I looked up through red-rimmed eyes, "Wilmer." I whispered, my voice rough and scratchy from screaming into the rag.
He stood in the doorway, watching me with a shocked and crushed expression. He slowly walked forward to my bedside and sat in the chair, looking over my body and face with wide eyes. "I'm so sorry." He whispered, burying his head in his hands.
"I can't believe this." I whispered, almost to myself, "I can't believe this happened to me."
"I'm so sorry." Wilmer said again, and as he lifted his head I saw tears in his eyes.
"Why are you crying? You're not the one who was..." I trailed off and stared at my hands. Had I been raped? I began to cry again and when Wilmer's hand touched my back I flinched away. He froze and moved back slowly with a masked expression of hurt. "I'm s-sorry." I sobbed, "It was like a reflex. I don't know what happened."
He gently took my hand, "What happened in that alleyway Demi? They won't tell me a lot because we're technically not legally bound."
I looked down at my hands. There were bruises on my wrists from their hands holding me down, along with scrapes and cuts from me fighting back. Three of my acrylic nails were gone, leaving a dull ache every time my vulnerable nail touched something.
"I don't think I can tell you." I said in a whisper, closing my eyes.
"You can tell me anyth-"
"No I mean like I physically can't. I can't relive it right now. I can't be touched. I just want to talk to the police and go home."
Wilmer bowed his head and nodded, "I'll let them know you're ready."
"Wilmer?" I asked, before he left, "Can you not be here when I tell them?"
His face fell for a second, then he nodded and walked out, leaving me alone.
~*~
Talking to the police was brutal, and relieving my personal nightmare was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Wilmer didn't speak as we got my discharge papers and the doctor gave me a prescription for a medication that would prevent any infections. The ride home was silent too. As we merged onto the highway Wilmer relaxed in his seat and I saw his hand twitch towards my inner thigh, where it usually stayed when he drove. Apparently, he thought better of it. It rested on the gear shifter and he stared straight ahead.
When we got home, I walked upstairs and sat on the bed, looking at all the pictures on the wall that showed Wilmer and I. We seemed so happy in all of them; so in love and car free. I wasn't sure if we could ever get back to that point again. The doctor had told us no sex until my test results were back and I had another exam, but I knew that wasn't going to be an issue. I could barely stand to be in the car alone with him. It wasn't necessarily him that I was afraid of, but the male presence. I wanted to have him hold me and tell me everything was alright, but his hands brought back memories of my attackers, the feeling of them all over my body while they violated me.
I wasn't sure if we would ever be the same again.
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