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Post by Katerina M. Montgomery on Dec 1, 2015 4:44:01 GMT
Just that tiny gesture, him taking her hand while he drove, it broke Katerina’s heart but at the same time it lifted some of the heaviness from it too. She squeezed his hand back as tightly as she could manage, holding onto it as if it were her lifeline… it kind of was though. Without him or her friends she very well could have still been in that room or worse. She tried not to think of what else those guys could have done to them because what they had managed to do was already horrible enough. Not for the first time she wondered why she hadn’t noticed the signs before it had happened. Marc’s repeated questions on where Aiden was when Lydia had already answered him should have raised some flags. God they had been so stupid.
Kat looked at his profile as John spoke to her, telling her it would be okay and promising she was safe now. And the funny thing was she believed him. The father they got away from that house, away from Marc and his buddies, the safer she was beginning to feel in Mercy and John’s presence. They had rescued her and Lydia after all, and she could always trust them, she had known that since their early childhood. Kat wanted to thank them, tell them how glad she was that they had come looking for her, but the words stuck in her throat as John pulled his hand from hers to put the car in park.
It was irrational but she felt like she had lost him for a moment as his hand left hers. Kat curled her hand into a weak fist and brought it to her chest as Mercy got out. She would have sat up, could have probably made herself walk into the house by now, but she didn’t protest as John pulled her into his arms again and walked towards the house. That feeling of loss left her as she rested her head against his chest and she knew that it was silly feeling like she had lost him just because he had let go of her hand but she had felt it none the less.
She looked up at him as he asked her if she was okay… Kat knew she was a lot of things right then, but okay definitely wasn’t one of them. What was she going to say to that though? She definitely couldn’t tell him yes, but what did she say instead? Kat looked away from him and shook her head slightly and said ”I just want to take a shower and get out of these clothes…” And sleep, she added in her head even as her stomach grumbled aloud. She was hungry but just the thought of eating made her want to throw up again. Katerina just wanted to forget this night ever happened and she honestly hoped they waited until tomorrow… or better yet never, to ask her questions about what had happened in that room.
Killian nodded in response as she mentioned the CVS, he would have said something but he honestly didn’t know what else to say except what they were all thinking. It was a sick thing those guys had done back in that frat house and to him, from what he had seen, he didn’t think it was their first time drugging and raping innocent girls. His fists tightened around the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white just thinking about it. He glanced into the rearview mirror at his girlfriend and almost wished he hadn’t. The sight of tears rolling down her face broke his heart. It was very rare for her to cry and the fact that she was just showed how horrible the entire situation was.
As he pulled into the CVS parking lot, Killian unlocked the doors so Cian could get out. After what had happened he had made sure to park right in front of the store so that he could see her through the doors and windows of the store. His stomach churned as she got out and went inside and part of him wished he had just drove them straight to Lydia’s house. Sighing inwardly he turned to look at her and his heart broke even more. ”It’s going to be okay, Lydia. You’re safe with us.” He said quietly to her just before Cian came back from buying a morning after pill no doubt.
Watching Cian buckle and resumed her protective position beside Lydia, Killian put the car in reverse and backed out of the parking space before heading back out onto the road. He listened to her conversation with her stepmother, and glanced at her again while he drove. Her eye was already becoming black and purple from where Brian had punched her. Just thinking about that had him pissed all over again but he refrained from letting it show, knowing it would do none of them any good. He half wondered what story she would spin to explain how she had gotten the black eye to Morticia, knowing Cian it would be entertaining at least.
Killian was just pulling into Lydia’s driveway as she spoke, thanking them. Honestly he didn’t know how to respond to her. Just saying ‘you’re welcome’ sounded horrible… but not saying anything at all was just as bad wasn’t it? She shouldn’t be thanking them though, she should be angry that they hadn’t gone looking for them sooner. Unsure of how to answer her he parked the car and glanced at Cian over his shoulder, hoping that she would have better luck because honestly Killian just wanted to tell Lydia how sorry he was.
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Dec 1, 2015 5:53:43 GMT
He should have taken her to the hospital, but he refrained from mentioning it again as Mercy opened the door for him. He was relieved to hear the sound of Ethel's snoring in the living room, the TV glowing and still on. As funny as his great grandmother could be at times, now really wasn't the time for her eccentricities. Quietly following Mercy up the stairs, John carried Kat into Mercy and Lizzie's bedroom and set her down on the couch in there.
"Where's her phone?" John asked Mercy who had grabbed two towels for Kat and was now digging through her own dresser for something to wear. "I'll text Eli with it and tell him she's staying here tonight..." Finding some pajamas for her best friend, Mercy set them down and fished Kat's phone out of her pocket, handing it to John.
"Do you need any help getting in the shower?" Mercy asked, ready to help her into the bathroom if she needed it. Mercy didn't plan on leaving her friend alone and was even going to sit in the bathroom with her while she took her shower. It wouldn't be the first time that she did so anyway.
Cian smiled sadly at Lydia, wiping at her own tears. "You don't have to thank us, Lydia... we're your friends. It's what we do. I just wish we got there sooner," she said softly. "Let's just get you inside..." Opening up the car door, Cian climbed out and she and Killian helped Lydia up to the front door where Cian fished around for Lydia's key.
Lydia was just glad that her dad wasn't home. Once inside, Cian hung up Cian's keys where Lydia always left them. "Lock the door," she said to Killian, feeling a little on the apprehensive side as she helped to support Lydia into the house. "You're sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" she asked her friend, giving her a worried look.
"I'm sure. I just want to take a shower and forget tonight ever happened," Lydia responded as Cian led her upstairs. "And maybe take some Advil..." She was still so damn sore and her head was aching.
"Go find the Advil," Cian said to Killian, leading Lydia to the bathroom where she started up the water in the shower for her. Lydia was physically, mentally, and emotionally drained. As Cian started up the shower for her, she started to pull her clothes off, wincing just from the motion of lifting her arms above her head.
"Christ," Cian grimaced at the marks all over her friend's body, the bruises forming. "I hope they burn in hell..."
Lydia was silent, looking in the mirror at herself. How was she going to explain this to Aiden? "You don't have to babysit me, Cian..." she said, wanting a moment to be alone in the shower. She usually didn't mind her friends being in the bathroom with her, but she just needed a moment to process everything. "I'll call for you if I need you..."
"Right..." Cian said, completely understanding. As Lydia climbed into the shower, she slipped out into the hallway, leaving the door open by just a crack so that she could hear Lydia better if she needed her. "I want to go back there and slaughter those sick fucks..." she whispered to Killian, walking up to him and wrapping her arms around him. "How could someone do something like that? Marc's supposed to be Aiden's friend..."
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Post by Katerina M. Montgomery on Dec 1, 2015 19:02:23 GMT
Katerina was grateful that she would be staying the night with Mercy, instead of going home and being alone. The thought of going home right then and having to pretend that everything was okay to her father… well it just sounded too exhausting and beyond possible right then when she felt anything but fine or okay. She sat up slowly from where John and set her on the couch and looked around the room as Mercy grabbed her a couple towels. She still felt kind of out of it, her head had a fuzzy, dizzy feeling that threatened to make her throw up again and she had to sit still a moment before it passed.
Kat almost jumped as Mercy pulled her phone from her pocket, not having comprehended John’s question of where it was until after Mercy was already handing it to him. She should have thought of messaging her father, they shouldn’t have to think of those things for her. God she felt so helpless and that wasn’t a feeling she was used to at all.
When Mercy asked if she needed help getting into the shower, Katerina’s first instinct was to tell her no. She wanted to, but knew that she would only make a fool of herself trying to get herself into the shower without falling or something. Instead of saying no she said quietly ”Probably, I feel so dizzy I might walk right into the door or something.” And reluctantly let her friend help her into the bathroom.
Once in there she put the toilet seat down and sat down on it for a moment before starting to tug off her boots, then unbuttoned her jeans. Carefully she removed them trying not to move in ways that hurt but she didn’t fully accomplish this. She winced as she finally got the damn things off and threw them towards the door, eager to get them far away from her as possible. Mercy could burn the damn things as far as Kat cared.
It was harder for her to let go of John’s jacket though, it was the one piece of clothing that she had on that was comforting to her. Honestly, if she could she would probably sleep in it. But he’d probably be wanting it back. Instead of tossing it like she had her jeans, she shrugged out of it and folded it before setting it on the sink counter. Kat closed her eyes as she unbuttoned John’s flannel shirt, not at all wanting to see the evidence of Chris’s cum that was still sticking to her body. It took great effort to keep herself from dry heaving just thinking about how it had gotten there.
Once it was off she tossed it over with her jeans and then looked to Mercy who had just finished turning on the shower and getting it hot for her. ”You can throw those away, or better yet burn them… I don’t think John’s going to want that shirt back…” She said as she finally made herself glance down at her body. There were light bruise marks covering her, her inner thighs were red and raw with dried blood and body fluids running a little down her leg; there was also an evident streak of cum that went from her breasts to her belly. God she was a mess. She felt completely ashamed right then, knowing that she hadn’t been able to stop it from happening, that she had drank that beer without giving it any thought as to why Marcus had invited them up there alone to begin with.
Killian gently helped Lydia out of the car and up to the front door, he put his arm under hers and around her back though he tried not to put too much pressure on her considering the bruises he had noticed forming on her back before he had covered her with his jacket. God he still couldn’t get that image out of his mind no matter how much he wished he could and he could only imagine how bad it was for Lydia and Kat who had actually experienced the whole thing.
Killian let Cian take over helping her friend through the house as he turned back and shut the door behind them, locking not only the dead bolt but the one on the door handle as well. He didn’t think that Marc or his friends would be stupid enough to come to Lydia’s house that night but he knew that it would make both of the girls a bit safer knowing it was locked tight. He started to follow them up the stairs until Cian told him to go find the Advil. Having hung out enough times in the house he knew exactly where to look.
He nodded and made his way back down the stairs to the kitchen, and opened the cabinet closest to the microwave. After moving a few bottles out of the way he found the one he was looking for, he poured out a few pills then also found something that would help her sleep from Henry’s medication. Normally he wouldn’t have done something like that, but he had a feeling that Lydia wouldn’t be able to sleep well that night if she didn’t have help in doing so. With the Advil and one of Henry’s sleeping pills in hand he went back up the stairs and stood in the hall outside the bathroom.
He was leaning against the wall when Cian slipped out of the bathroom and came over to him, wrapping her arms around him. With his free hand he pushed her hair gently out of her face and rubbed the bruise forming around her eye. His thoughts definitely reflected hers about going back and killing those bastards but he wasn’t about to leave either of them there alone. ”I don’t know, it sickens me just thinking about it. But they’ll get what is coming to them eventually.” Killian replied firmly but quietly.
Sighing he lifted her chin so that he could see the bruise better in the dim lighting before kissing her forehead. ”Have you figured out what you’re going to tell Morty in response to her freaking out and asking where you got that?” He asked, trying to change the subject… if only for a short moment.
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Post by Lydia G. Van Helsing on Dec 8, 2015 5:42:33 GMT
Mercy was doing everything she could. Helping Kat into the bathroom, she went and turned on the shower while her friend undressed. She wanted to say something... she felt as if she should, but what on earth could she say? I'm sorry you were raped? Nothing she had to say was going to fix what happened to Lydia and Kat, as much as she may have wanted it to. Instead, she remained quiet. Her friends needed her support, not her pity.
Looking at her as she finished undressing, Mercy frowned. "Right..." she said, looking at the pile of clothes. She couldn't blame Kat for wanting to be rid of them. "I'll be back in a second..." she said, gathering them into a bundle before walking back out into her bedroom.
John was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands and his elbows resting on his knees. At the sound of the bathroom door opening, he looked up at his sister with a worried expression. "Do you think they're going to be okay?" he asked as Mercy came over to him and held out the wad of clothes.
"I hope so... I just... I don't know, we shouldn't have gone to the party. Maybe if Keiran and I hadn't run off, I could have gone with them to get drinks..." Mercy said as he stood up and took the clothes from her. "Take these and throw them away... or burn them, whatever you want to do with them. Just make sure they're somewhere Kat won't have to see them again."
John shook his head at her. "You just would have roped you into it too, Merc. Be grateful that you didn't go with them. You guys sure as hell aren't going to any more of those parties though..."
"Believe me, I don't think any of us have a problem with that..." Mercy said, watching as John left the room to dispose of the clothes. Standing there for a moment, she turned her face back toward the bathroom and sighed before making her way back to Kat. Once in there, the took a seat at the vanity and sat, waiting for Kat. She didn't want to leave her alone, like she was afraid that Kat would crumble to pieces without someone there to watch over her. "Are you okay in there?" she asked, brows furrowed as she waited for Kat to be done. "Do you need me to get you anything??"
Cian let out a sigh, wanting to just melt into him and stand there forever with him, pretending that this nightmare had never happened. Setting her hands on his chest, she reluctantly looked up at him her boyfriend as he lifted her chin. Her eyes closed for the briefest of moments when he kissed her forehead, fluttering open again when he asked her what she was going to tell her stepmother.
"I don't know... a bar fight? I can tell her I got mugged and fought off my mugger with my bare hands, using my insane karate skills. Or maybe I can tell her that Athena and I weren't really studying and that we were instead practicing to become boxing champions. I'm a little too tall now to walk into doorknobs..." Cian remembered briefly the numerous black eyes she'd received doing just that as a child. Morticia was always mortified to take her places since everyone looked at her and her father as if they were abusing her when, in reality, she was just the right height to run into the doorknobs and did so rather often.
"Is it that noticeable?" she asked, wincing a little. It was sore, but she got her revenge on the bastard who did it. Unfortunately, she had a feeling that she knew what conclusion Morticia was going to jump to when she saw the extremely evident black eye. Killian wasn't exactly Morty's favorite person in the world and she was under the impression that he was somehow corrupting her sweet angel.... even though Morty of all people knew that Cian was definitely no angel. She was the female embodiment of Satan, really... at least, that's what Morticia's grandmother liked to say.
Back in the bathroom, Lydia was still staring at herself in the mirror, contorting her body this way and that to look at it from different angles. How the hell was she going to hide these marks from her father and Aiden? Wincing from the pain in her back when she moved, Lydia finally gave up on observing herself and climbed into the shower. The water was steaming and probably a little too hot, but she didn't bother to turn it down.
Standing under it, the hot water cascaded over her bruised body and she closed her eyes, just letting it wash over her. She was trying to hold it in and doing everything that she could to keep from crying again... but God did she hurt. Not just her body, but her heart as well. She was entirely heartbroken and humiliated by what had transpired. Slowly, she started to wash herself, as if doing so could wash away what had happened. She started with her hair and face before working her way down to her body.
She was doing an okay job of it until she reached between her legs to wash what felt like the dirties part of all. Pulling back her hand and observing the blood and semen that was quickly washed away by the continuous stream of water, she lost it. Her body shook as she cried, wrapping her arms around herself tightly as she slid down the shower wall and sat there with the water running over her. Mindful of the fact that Cian and Killian were out in the hallway, she forced herself to keep it down.
She felt sick, her stomach twisting into tense knots. There was one person who could make her feel better about this... who could help her see that it wasn't the end of the world, but she couldn't tell Aiden. Marc was his friend... What she failed to realize in the moment of her trying to rationalize not telling him was that Marc may have been his friend... but what she and Aiden had between them was far stronger. Unbreakable, even. Their history spanned farther and deeper than his history did with Marc. This didn't cross her mind though. If it had, she would have been on the phone right then, spilling everything and begging him to come to her. She just needed to be in his arms, where she felt safe.
Leaning her head back against the shower wall, her tears were untraceable, melding with the running water of the shower. Was she broken? Was this pain and agony ever going to cease? ....Was this her fault? No... She couldn't think that. She and Kat were victims. They hadn't asked for any of this to happen.
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