I stretched out as much as I could in the confined space that I was squeezed in, all my bones ached, and I could tell that I was covered in bruises.
I was wedged between Lucy and Hannah, who both had their arms locked around me; I dislodged myself as carefully as I could, somehow managing not to wake either of them up. I stumbled to the bathroom, and braced myself before looking in the mirror.
I looked a mess. There was streaks of mascara down my face from where I’d been crying, the skin around my lips was swollen and red from where Jake had clamped his hand around my mouth, there was bruises on my arms, neck, abdomen and breasts, and my hair looked like I’d been dragged through a bush. The room began to spin, and I ran to the toilet to throw up. I breathed deeply, and tried my best to stand up, I felt slightly better now, but was still hung over, and trying desperately not to think of the events from last night.
Everyone had tried to get me to go to the police, but I had refused, Jake had managed to get away through the gate at the back of the house, and though the other guy, who’s name I later discovered was Kenzie, tried his best to chase him, he had gotten away. I really didn’t need this dragging out over a court case; I was through with the police and the courts. They had already taken enough away from me.
I went into the shower, and began to scrub myself. I kept scrubbing and scrubbing until my skin was red raw, trying to stop the tears that kept threatening to pour down my face.
“Ruth?” Lucy called through the door “Is that you in the shower?”
“Yeah, I’m just coming out,” I called back
“Ok, take your time,” I could hear the pity loud and clear in her voice.
Once I had finished in the shower and had gotten myself ready, I came into the kitchen to find Lucy and Hannah cooking a plethora of breakfast foods.
“What’s all this?” I asked, Lucy never cooked, when we came round we were always left to fend for ourselves.
“Nothing,” Lucy shrugged, “Mum’s been teaching me to cook. Just thought that I’d practice my skills with you too,” She smiled at me, warmly.
We all sat round the table to a delicious, but very awkward, breakfast. We’d occasionally start on a conversation only to stop again after a few sentences. I could tell Hannah and Lucy were debating whether to bring up the topic of last night or not.
“About... what happened,” I started, deciding to put them out of their misery, “I really don’t want to talk about it. I want to forget it. That’s why I didn’t go to the police. I just want to move on and put it behind me.”
“Ok,” Lucy nodded, “But just so you know, we’re both always here, if you ever do want to talk about it,”
Hannah nodded enthusiastically in agreement, and they both took hold of one of my hands.
At least I could rely on these two. However harsh and evil humanity was, there were always the few people I could really rely on.