The next morning brought skull splitting pain as my eyes slowly opened in the morning light. I was curled up in Camilla’s bed with her spooning me. I raised a hand to my face and rubbed my eyes, and then moaned and put my palm to my forehead. Camilla stirred beside me and raised herself up over to look down into my face.
“How are you feeling Mia?” she asked, concern written all over her face.
“My head is fucking killing me” I said.
“That’s just the alcohol”. She brushed a strand of hair from my face and turned me toward her. “You know what I mean Mia”
“I don’t want to think about it”.
“We have to bring him to justice”.
“I don’t even know who he was… I can’t remember… the alcohol and drugs have blocked it out”.
“You don’t know who it was?” I could see the shock on her face. Clearly I should know who he was.
“And I don’t want to know. When I go to the police I will tell them everything… and you can tell them who it was if you want… but I do not want to know”.
“I-if you are sure that’s what you want?”
“It is. Now can we please do something about this fucking headache?”
“Sure thing” she smiled. “Hang on here a minute”. She climbed out of the bed; wearing a t-shirt slightly too big for her and a pair of black lace panties. I watched her leave the room and then sat up on the bed, pulling my knees up to my chest, hugging them. I rocked steadily back and forward; thinking of the feeling of that fucker’s cock shoved down my throat, of the feeling when he shoved himself inside me and held me down. The tears came back again. I felt dirty. I felt sick.
Camilla came back into the room with a glass in her hand. She saw my tears and immediately leapt to my side; joining me on the bed again and wrapping her arm about my shoulder. I wept and leaned into her; relishing the comfort. She passed me the glass. “Drink this. It’ll help the hangover I promise”. I drank it in one and then covered my eyes and continued to cry. “It’s going to be okay Mia” she said.
“C-can I use your shower?” I asked, wiping my eyes. “I feel so dirty”.
“Of course you can”. She took me by the hand and led me from the bed. Her room had an en-suite and Camilla went and turned on the shower while I stood; hugging myself. Once it was ready Camilla went outside. I slipped off my own shirt and unclipped my bra, and then pulled off my panties. The hot water poured over me as I stepped beneath the shower. It washed over me; cleansing my outer body. But it could do nothing for the dirt I felt inside.
He had left his juices inside me. I could feel them at the back of my throat, I could sense where he had left them behind when he fucked me. The shower could not cleanse it. I sank to the floor and pulled my knees to my chest again. Tears were streaming down my face. Sobs echoed from me and I was unable to stop them. The water washed down over me. There was a knock at the door. “Are you okay? Can I come in?” Camilla asked. I answered by way of sobbing even harder. She took it as a yes.
She shut the door behind her and sat on the floor outside the shower, holding my hand. I was shaking uncontrollably. I continued to cry. Camilla let go of my hand and stood. She took off her t-shirt and unhooked her bra, letting her perky breasts hang out. She slid her panties off revealing her completely clean shaven self. She was beautiful. Her violet hair fell about her shoulders, and two strands hung down in front; resting on the crest of her breasts. I realised I was staring and quickly looked down at my knees again. Camilla stepped into the shower next to me and sat down beside me. She wrapped an arm around my shoulder again and pulled my head to her chest. She rested it on her breasts and gently stroked my hair as the steaming water washed down over both our naked bodies.
“It’s going to be okay Mia” she said. “I’m here for you”. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight as she continued to stroke my hair and reassure me.