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Authors: Patria L. Dunn (Patria Dunn-Rowe)
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revelation stung. Not only had I fallen for Jeremy’s trick hook line and sinker, but I’d possibly been raped by not just him, but his buddie s too. Raped twice in two days… Who would believe that shit... ?!
“Did…did you see what happened…I don’t quite remember,” I mumbled as she helped me sit on the toilet, turning on the shower before looking at me again.
“I left when you started dancing on the coffee table…”
I WHAT?!
“That bad huh?” I cringed, swiping at the tears that wouldn’t stop coming. “So this morning…in the hall…you didn’t see that either…” I pressed, angry now that she’d probably left me there instead of at least waking me.
“I don’t usually look out. I only play with the door open because of the acoustics… Sounds better I guess,” she shrugged, grabbing a bottle of shampoo and conditioner from the sink and handing it to me.
I instantly felt bad. I wasn’t her responsibility, and she didn’t even know me, yet she was helping me right now.
“It was beautiful…the music…” I mumbled, clutching the two bottles to my chest so that they wouldn’t slip from my shaking fingers.
Her hand was on my shoulder, rubbing it gently for a moment before she sighed heavily.
“Eve…right?” she asked, her words almost hesitant now.
I nodded, my eyes trained firmly on the little blue lines etched in the bathroom linoleum. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. Not after what I’d let happen to me.
“Look…you’ll probably need to go get the morning after pill at the very least, and maybe an STD test too… I doubt he or they used protection…I’m just saying,” she shrugged, pulling a towel and washcloth from the shelf above me.
Morning after pill…to prevent… Oh Shit!
I hadn’t even thought about the possibility of being pregnant after Brice had forced himself on me. Now Jeremy…and possibly others…
“Student Health…the building on the far end of the quad… You can report a rape there too . I f you want,” she added, handing me a bar of soap along with the towel and washcloth before stepping out of the bathroom.
I nodded numbly, waiting until she’d closed the door before I released my full bladder into the toilet.
So I was drugged… My luck just keeps getting better and better…
**********
“ Rebecca Waters,” Becca formally introduced herself as she drove the short distance from the apartment complex back to campus.
“Evelyn Barns,” I offered back, waiting to hear a laugh that never came.
People always laughed at my ugly plain name.
We rode the rest of the way in silence, me promising –as soon as I got out— to return the clothes she’ d let me borrow . She said we should hang out so me time, and I agreed, but I didn ’t know if she really meant it. Being fat ha d given me a complex about everyone ’s true intentions.
The walk to my room was agonizingly slow, my legs heavy as if filled with lead. In my hand I clutched the tiny bag –full of little blue pills— to my chest. Adderall… Becca said that she took them to help her stay up and focused when she ha d to pull an all nighter. She’d also said that they would lift my spirits and help me feel better about what had happened. I’d asked if she had something that would make me forget, but sadly she didn’t have anything for that.
My laptop chirped as soon as I opened the door to my room, signaling that I had an incoming email. More like twenty new emails I realized as I plunked down in the chair at my desk, my head in my hands as I looked at the screen. The first three were from Michael…one of my bottom dwelling friends.
It was shallow, I knew that. But since that one time in the library when June and her friends had got ten up and walked out because I was talking to another overweight girl I studied with, I’d been careful to keep the two separate. On my list of ‘ high life ’ friends I only had my suite mates: June, Madison, Gwen, Ashley, and
“Did…did you see what happened…I don’t quite remember,” I mumbled as she helped me sit on the toilet, turning on the shower before looking at me again.
“I left when you started dancing on the coffee table…”
I WHAT?!
“That bad huh?” I cringed, swiping at the tears that wouldn’t stop coming. “So this morning…in the hall…you didn’t see that either…” I pressed, angry now that she’d probably left me there instead of at least waking me.
“I don’t usually look out. I only play with the door open because of the acoustics… Sounds better I guess,” she shrugged, grabbing a bottle of shampoo and conditioner from the sink and handing it to me.
I instantly felt bad. I wasn’t her responsibility, and she didn’t even know me, yet she was helping me right now.
“It was beautiful…the music…” I mumbled, clutching the two bottles to my chest so that they wouldn’t slip from my shaking fingers.
Her hand was on my shoulder, rubbing it gently for a moment before she sighed heavily.
“Eve…right?” she asked, her words almost hesitant now.
I nodded, my eyes trained firmly on the little blue lines etched in the bathroom linoleum. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. Not after what I’d let happen to me.
“Look…you’ll probably need to go get the morning after pill at the very least, and maybe an STD test too… I doubt he or they used protection…I’m just saying,” she shrugged, pulling a towel and washcloth from the shelf above me.
Morning after pill…to prevent… Oh Shit!
I hadn’t even thought about the possibility of being pregnant after Brice had forced himself on me. Now Jeremy…and possibly others…
“Student Health…the building on the far end of the quad… You can report a rape there too . I f you want,” she added, handing me a bar of soap along with the towel and washcloth before stepping out of the bathroom.
I nodded numbly, waiting until she’d closed the door before I released my full bladder into the toilet.
So I was drugged… My luck just keeps getting better and better…
**********
“ Rebecca Waters,” Becca formally introduced herself as she drove the short distance from the apartment complex back to campus.
“Evelyn Barns,” I offered back, waiting to hear a laugh that never came.
People always laughed at my ugly plain name.
We rode the rest of the way in silence, me promising –as soon as I got out— to return the clothes she’ d let me borrow . She said we should hang out so me time, and I agreed, but I didn ’t know if she really meant it. Being fat ha d given me a complex about everyone ’s true intentions.
The walk to my room was agonizingly slow, my legs heavy as if filled with lead. In my hand I clutched the tiny bag –full of little blue pills— to my chest. Adderall… Becca said that she took them to help her stay up and focused when she ha d to pull an all nighter. She’d also said that they would lift my spirits and help me feel better about what had happened. I’d asked if she had something that would make me forget, but sadly she didn’t have anything for that.
My laptop chirped as soon as I opened the door to my room, signaling that I had an incoming email. More like twenty new emails I realized as I plunked down in the chair at my desk, my head in my hands as I looked at the screen. The first three were from Michael…one of my bottom dwelling friends.
It was shallow, I knew that. But since that one time in the library when June and her friends had got ten up and walked out because I was talking to another overweight girl I studied with, I’d been careful to keep the two separate. On my list of ‘ high life ’ friends I only had my suite mates: June, Madison, Gwen, Ashley, and
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