FADING (A novel)(19)

“Candace, Detective Patterson needs to ask you a few questions,” Allie says. “Can I send him in?”

“Can she at least get dressed first?” Jase answers for me.

“Of course,” she says, and she gently closes the door behind her.

Jase walks over to me and sets the bag in front of me. Grabbing it, I walk into the bathroom. I pick up a hand towel that is folded up on the cold sterile counter and turn on the faucet. I soak the towel in warm water and begin to clean my face. I suck in a tight breath between my teeth at the stinging of the opened flesh on my face. I do my best to wipe the grime off. Taking a new towel, I pat my face dry. I slip off my gown and start putting on my bra and underwear. When I finish dressing, I walk back into the room, and Jase is standing next to some guy. He appears to be around my father’s age. He is tall and fit with short greying hair. He’s wearing charcoal slacks and a navy button up dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up toward his elbows. I notice a shiny gold badge that is clipped to the waistband of his pants. He looks up at me and takes a step forward.

“Ms. Parker,” he says. “I’m Detective Patterson. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?”

Shaking my head slightly, I ask, “Right now?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I’ve already told the nurse everything. Why can’t you just ask her?” I am so exhausted and am starting to lose my patience. I just want to leave. “Look, I don’t want to press charges or anything like that, so . . .”

“Ma’am, I know this is difficult, but there’s a good chance we can catch this guy and the fact that we have a witness—”

“What?” I interrupt him.

“Yes, they called the police.”

My mind is in overdrive, and I feel myself shutting down. “I just want to go,” I say, barely whispering.

“Well, if you change your mind, here is my card. You can call me at anytime, okay? You might find that you feel differently once a little time has passed.” He steps towards me, pulls out a card from his back pocket, and hands it to me. I don’t even look at it before shoving it into my pocket. He takes a step back and nods his head, “Well, thanks for your time.” He turns to look at Jase and reaches out his hand. Jase shakes his hand and gives him a nod in return.

As Detective Patterson is leaving, Allie comes back with a tray of bandages, ointment, and other small items I can’t quite identify.

“I’m just going to clean up and bandage these cuts for you, okay?”

I silently nod my head and return to the table to sit down. I watch her as she washes her hands and puts on a pair of sterile latex gloves. She starts cleaning my wounds and covers them up. Once she is finished, she asks me if I want to take the morning after pill. My eyes dart to hers as I quickly try to think if I really need it. I feel my stomach hollow out, and I suddenly turn cold. He didn’t use a condom. Christ, he didn’t use a condom.

I whisper softly, “I think so.” I can hardly move, let alone speak.

I hear Jase mutter an obscenity, and when I turn my head to look at him, he is sitting in the chair with his head in his hands.

“Okay, I will put in the order for that, and we can also take a few other preventive steps to safeguard against STDs,” she says as she lays her hand on my knee. She gives me a reassuring look, and all I can do is continue to nod my head like an idiot.

?????

About an hour later, Jase has his arm around my waist as we leave the hospital and head to his SUV. He unlocks the car and opens the door for me. He helps me up into the seat and shuts the door. I watch him in a daze as he walks around the front of the car and climbs into the driver’s seat. I start to feel the anxiety build in my stomach at the thought of going home. I know when I get there I’m going to have to explain all of this to Kimber. God, I don’t want anyone to know. I just want to pretend like this never happened. I want to hide from this nightmare.

“Can I spend the night at your place?” I ask as I stare at my fidgeting hands in my lap.

He reaches over, takes my hand, and gives it a squeeze. “Of course.”





Chapter Seven


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I walk into Jase’s apartment, and without a second thought, head straight toward the bathroom. I feel completely filthy, and the urge to scrub every inch of my body overwhelms me. I don’t say a word to Jase as I close the door behind me. Reaching into the shower, I turn on the water. Purposely avoiding looking at myself in the mirror, I start removing my clothes. The bathroom quickly fills with steam. I open the large glass door and step into the scalding hot water. Standing underneath the showerhead, I let the water pelt against my body. I brace both of my hands against the wall of slick tile and let my head fall down. My face is hot, and I know I’m crying even though I can’t feel my tears as they mesh with the water running down my face.

Time is frozen as I stand here in this position. My chest aches, and my whole body feels broken. My stomach burns, and I swear to God I can start to feel my soul begin to break. Piece by piece I begin to lose myself. My chest is crumbling into painful shards of what used to be me. Violent sobs wrack my body, and I slowly collapse on the wet tile beneath me. Sitting there on my knees, with one hand on the floor balancing myself, and the other pressed against my chest, I try desperately to gasp in breaths between my wails.