“Alex, my name is Janet. I’m a counselor, and I work for the hospital. I’m here to ask you a few questions. Is that okay?”
“Hi, Janet. Um…sure,” I said.
She smiled back. “Alex, do you remember anything about last night? Anything at all?”
“Um…not really. I was at a party with Grace.” I closed my eyes and tried to remember.
Damn, maybe I drank too much. I must have fallen and hit my eye—
My eyes snapped open. I frantically looked around the room.
Oh God. Oh God. No…Blake.
“Blake,” I whispered.
A warm sensation filled my body as Janet
touched my hand.
“Alex, you’re safe, sweetheart. He’s not here.”
I felt the tears burning my eyes, and my head began pounding. “He…he tried to…I think he gave me something…he…Oh God. He slapped me because I was fighting him back.”
Janet held my hand. “Alex, sweetheart, Officer Franks would like to ask you some questions.”
I nodded my head and looked back to where Will was standing.
Officer Franks cleared her throat and took a step closer to me. “Alex, I’m going to ask you some personal questions. If you prefer, I can ask everyone to leave the room.”
I shook my head and whispered, “No, they can stay.”
“I need to ask you something important,” Officer Franks said.
I looked back at Janet. I began crying harder as the memories of last night started to come together.
“O-okay,” I whispered.
“How much do you remember about last night? Specifically, about your time with Blake Turner?”
I closed my eyes.
Chrissie…
The room was spinning.
She told Blake she gave something to me.
I felt sick.
Blake carried me up the stairs.
Get Grace, Chrissie…
“I asked Chrissie to get Grace. Blake wasn’t acting right, and he said…he said…”
“It’s okay, Alex. Take your time,” the officer said.
I opened my eyes. “He was mad about me not passing out. He ripped my shorts open and put…”