Here is the next chapter, loves! Thank you so much for the comments~ they make me very happy :-D
Just so you realize, this is a flashback (hence the italics). AND IT IS A DARK THEMED chapter. <3 emily
02.
“I’m gonna go take a nap before the sound check, Kevin. I’m not feeling great but wake me up before you leave,” I said as I placed a kiss on his cheek. Not bothering to change from my tank top and sweatpants, I climbed into my bunk and snuggled into the covers, quickly falling asleep.
I woke up to a scream, feeling an unbearable pain between my legs. I blinked my eyes open to see Mrs. Jonas crouching down by me, running her hand over my cheek. Her touch hurt so much that I jumped back. My head was throbbing too. Kevin appeared next his mom and asked me what happened. Everything was spinning and blurry, no matter how much I tried to blink it away. “Call 911,” was all I heard before everything went dark.
I woke up to someone pushing a vile liquid down my throat. I accepted the liquid, not knowing what else to do. I looked up and saw that my head was resting in Kevin’s lap and I was now on the couch in the kitchen area. “What’s going on?” I asked to no one in particular.
Mrs. Jonas spoke up first, “Honey, Erin, we think someone hurt you while the boys were doing their concert.” Hurt me. What does she mean by hurt me? I twisted a little to make myself more comfortable. That’s when I noticed the pain again. An unbearable pain was throbbing between my legs. I looked at my legs, no longer covered by my sweatpants. I was in a pair of Kevin’s boxers. That’s odd, I thought. Looking closer at my upper thighs I noticed large, purple bruises. Why am I not in my pants now? What is the pain I feel in my nether-region? Why are there bruises on my upper thighs and arms? I decided to ask the easiest question.
“Wait. You mean I missed the concert? Kevin, you were supposed to wake me up!” I was angry. I knew something bad had happened. You don’t just change from your sweatpants to your boyfriend’s boxers, move from your bunk to the kitchen couch, and get fed a vial liquid for no reason.
“I tried. We all tried. You wouldn’t budge. So, we decided to let you sleep while we performed,” he calmly replied while stroking my hair. “When we got back, Mom found you on the bed without any covers on you…” he trailed off. After taking a deep breath he continued, “You didn’t have your sweatpants on. Or- or your underwear. Your tank top was ripped and you were covered in bruises. Mom took Joe’s comforter and placed it over you before anyone else saw the state you were in.” He was near tears and his mom wrapped him in a comforting hug- the type that only Moms can give.
A strange man in an EMT uniform walked over to us asking Mrs. Jonas if we “were ready for the kit.” I had no idea what was happening. I felt like I had fallen from a five story tall building and I still felt extremely sore. Kevin slowly sat me up and he and Mrs. Jonas helped me into the back lounge. She remained with me as the EMT explained the process of some sort of kit. I soon discovered that it was a rape kit. Rape kit? Was I raped? My head started spinning and I grabbed onto Mrs. Jonas for stability. She calmly explained that when they returned to the bus after the concert and saw my condition they immediately called 911. The dispatcher told them it sounded like a rape case. The liquid I was being given was to help counter the drugs I had in my system. The kit would tell me if I had contracted any STDs, or worse, if I was pregnant. I nodded in approval and the test was administered.
After the EMT left, a police officer and Mr. Jonas entered the room. The officer asked me if I remembered anything. All I could tell him was that after we went out to lunch I didn’t feel well. My head hurt, so I laid down to take a nap before the boys’ sound check. I had asked Kevin to wake me up prior to leaving so I could join them. “Obviously, I never woke up for the concert,” I explained. The officer nodded and gave me his phone number, in case I ever remembered more, before leaving.
Kevin joined me in the back room and his parents left us so we could talk. “Erin Marie, babe, no matter what happens with this whole situation, I want you to know I will still love you. No matter what, I’m always going to be here with you. I’m always going to be here by your side,” his eyes were full of tears.
“Kevin, none of this is your fault. None of us could have known that I was drugged, that I was going to be raped. I love you. I always will. Nothing can change that for me.” I felt safe when I was in his arms. All of the worries of the test results disappeared with one look in his eyes. I placed a soft kiss on his lips and he returned the kiss, deepening it. I knew everything would be OK. Well, at least I thought so.
