The Unexpected Love

Part 2: A Few Days After the Party

(Still Rosemary's POV)

It has been a crazy week. The party for my birthday was on Friday, September 1st, 2020 (Last Friday), I woke up and left Michael's house the following morning (September 2nd). When I left his driveway, I made my way over towards the Hollieville Police Station. I went down there to file a police report and a restraining order against Michael. I also pressed charges against his dumbass. But in order for the drugging charges and the rape charges to stick, I had to go to the hospital to have a rape kit taken and done. I also had to get a blood test to have the blood tested for the drugs to be determined in my blood. I found out I was drugged with some Ecstasy, THC, and Ketamine. A little of each drug, just enough to make me blackout. The results of the rape kit and the blood test came back. Within three hours of arriving at the hospital then returning, I have the results and the police report done.  I also had the charges go up against Michael. Plus, I had the restraining order file finished and ready to go active.

According to the doctor that did the rape kit on me, I had several signs of being severely raped. She said that Michael didn't know what he was doing. He barely found the hole where he was supposed to put his p***s in me. The doctor then proceeded to tell me that my vaginal walls are destroyed beyond repair. At least until a few weeks from now. She said that I should a few weeks before having s*x with anyone. I said, "No problem, no one will be close to that area until I allow it, which won't be for a while. No p***s will get close to that." The doctor laughed and she said that she understood very well.  The doctor said to me that she hopes things will be looking up in the coming forward and the future. The doctor also advised me to see a therapist so that I can talk to someone who won't be judgey or rude about it like my family or my friends would do.

While the doctor had gotten me to talk, the cops were out on the loose to catch Michael. He was going to juvenile until his trial. He may be charged as an adult since he's only a few months away from being one. I hope they charge him as an adult and that he gets the highest punishment available. He should rot in a cell that will be his home for a while. Plus, if he gets charged as an adult, I will be happy because he iis looking at some serious charges against him. He can get at least 2 years behind bars along with s*x offender registration. But he could get more years and the s*x offender registration can become mandatory.  I think that serves the bastard right considering he took my innocence without my permission instead it was against my rights. Plus, it was taken in a forceful way. I was walking out of the police station when a group of cops came in with a handcuffed pissed off Michael came up. 

"You did this, didn't you you little b***h? You are so gonna pay for this when I get out of this! I will be making sure of it!" He yelled at me.

"Yes, I did this because you had drugged me and even had no brains to rape me after that! What do you expect, Asshole? To get away scott free? Well, hate to break it to you, but you are not getting away with it. And before you try to lie to the cops about not raping me, don't! They already have your DNA evidence from the rape kit that had done on me. Also, just so you know, DNA doesn't lie ever! So, kiss your freedom in this world goodbye and welcome to your new world are a rapist and a criminal!" I say with an appreciative and proud smile. "Oh, and let's not forget that you that you put drugs in my drinks for that night. What drugs... you asked? Glad you asked! Hmmm... you gave me Ecstasy, Ketamine, and THC. Not a lot, but enough to make black out for the rest of that night! So now, you have fun while being in your cell being someone else's b***h!" I continued on while trying to hold my tears back.

"You have got to be kidding me! You are so wrong; I never gave you those drugs! I loved you and still do. I wanted to waited until you were ready to have s*x with me." He lies to me. He was trying to stay in my good graces. Too late for that, Jackass! He still thinks he will get away with this, which he will not. "Please believe me, baby!"

"Whatever! I guess it will be my word against yours. Good luck because you are gonna need it! When you get out, if you get out, I will give Saraya the stuff that you have given me during our relationship. You could then rip it up, throw it away, or Hell, even burn the s**t for that matter! I don't care anymore! You are never to contact me ever again! Lose my number, delete me off any social media that you where I am your friend on. Also, please forget that I existed in your pathetic excuse of a life. When we go to school, don't try to stop to talk to me, don't near, don't watch me, just don't do anything that is around or has something to do with me or involved me or involves me. Or has the idea of me in that specific thing. I am done with you forever!" I replied.

Then later after I left the police station, I went home, only to be lectured by my mother. I barely get to walk into the front of our home before my mother tried to rip me a new ass.

"Where have you been, young lady? You were supposed to come back home at noon. It's now almost seven in the evening. You owe me an explanation. Right now!" My mother asked.

"I spent the night at Michael and Saraya's. They had a birthday party for me last night. Remember or did you forget?" I answered and she let that part go and rest. She must've remembered me saying something to her about that. 

"Did you drink last night?" She was now concerned about me. I huffed a big, deep breath. I knew this conversation was coming sooner rather than later; I had to get it over with sometime somehow.

"Yes. Yes, I did. I wanted to get drunk, but I didn't get there because something happened with Michael." I replied very honestly.

"I thought everything was ok between you two. What exactly happened between you and Michael?" My mother asked, even more concerned and worried than before.

"Well, when Michael and I began our relationship, everything was great. But, doing the third week of dating,  he began to pressure me. He wanted to have s*x with me. I wanted to wait until I felt ready to have s*x. I specifically told him that too. I was almost ready last night, but Michael has already made the choice for me. He gave me drugs in each drink, I drank. I drank three drink last night before. It was so strong that I ended up blacking out. This morning, I woke up naked and in bed with Michael. He f*****g forced 's*x' upon me. He forced himself on me. If I was conscious during that time, I sure as hell would've said 'hell to the f*****g no!' but said I was not conscious. It's said that my first time was with someone who raped me. I wanted to have my first time with someone who loves me and respects my wishes. But that didn't get a chance to go from a dream to reality. But, Michael being the Asshole that he is, he didn't give me a choice, he just got what he wanted and was satisfied. After making out some of the details that happened last night, I freaked out a little bit, then I confronted his ass. After leaving his house, I was too pissed off to go home and let this go, so then I drove to the Police Station. I went there to press, but in order to do that, I had to go to the hospital with two cops to get a blood test done and a rape kit done. He sure raped me alright. The doctor that did the rape kit on me said that Michael had no clue on what he was doing from the damaged that displayed on my v****a. The doctor asked if Michael had used a condom with me. I told her that I didn't know exactly. She then told that six weeks from now that I haven't gotten my period to get a pregnancy test. I nodded an okay on that.  The blood test results came back and the drugs that I was drugged with can be identified. I had THC, Ecstasy, and  Ketamine (AKA Special K) in my blood. They were equal amounts in my system. Not a lot of each drug but enough drugs altogether to make blackout. He's... Michael is going away for a while. I guarantee it for sure! Oh, and our relationship is done. To tell you the truth, I never felt like our relationship was a real one. He started it on lies and those lies stayed buried until it bit his ass and pissed me off. I dumped his ass not once but twice! Once while I was still at his house this morning, after he told me that "the s*x was really good." I was furious then and went off on him. After going off at me, I got dressed and grabbed all my possessions before leaving his house for good! Then  I dumped him again at the Police Station, when he was being brought in cuffs. I am done with him! Let the bastard go and get hell for forcing this to happen!" I answered her while I was sobbing angry tears.

"Wow! I am sorry to hear that you had to go through those traumatic things! Michael should be happy I wasn't there to help. He was would be barely conscious for treating you like the dirt beneath his shoes. I thought he was better than that. Sorry that things aren't happening all to well, but maybe this is a blessing in disguise. It may be too early to know right now though! Just don't fighting this and things may be better in the long run! Don't give up hope! But, it will be ok! You went through something terribly bad and that I wish no one would to go through this. But people say that others who go through traumatic situations come out of the situations much strong that walking into it." My mother responded back to me and the last sentence she spoke to me stood out to me and had made me smile and realize that she was correct.

Nothing else really happening that night besides me getting ready for church for the next morning. I stayed up the whole night. I couldn't sleep because my brain was going crazy with what has happened and what could happen in the future from here on out. Plus, I had thoughts of the next few months will play out. There was both good thoughts and even a few bad thoughts.

When I woke up on the next morning, I was surprised that I had fallen asleep, but I did. I got up and got ready to go to church to hear today's sermon. I went on my way to church, shortly after that. While at church, everything went well, besides being stared at constantly, it all changed as I got ready to leave. I guess the constantly staring from everyone is the perks of living in a small community. As I got ready to leave the church, all hell broke loose. Saraya came after so that she could speak to me. Or rather she wanted to bombard me.

"Why are you pressing charges against Michael? I mean things were good between you two, right?" She asks, even though she knows the truth.

"Because he forced himself on me even after I told him that I wanted to I wait. He decided to speed up the process and drugged me. He did the crime and now he has to pay with his time. Behind a jail cell's bars. He deleted my consent completely from the whole equation. He was selfish and only thinking about his needs and himself. He gave equal amounts of GHB, Ketamine (aka Special K), and Xanax. He gave me enough drugs to blackout. Then he proceeded to do his thing without no sense of caring about my needs or my consent. And on the morning after (yesterday), he decided to rub it in my face like he was proud of himself and the crime he did. I was pissed off at him!" I replied while being blunt. "He isn't getting away with it as long as I am breathing!"

"Well, maybe you should've stopped being a prude and dishing out what he wanted. Michael doesn't deserve all the s**t that you are putting him through! He's gonna be a free man again soon, I guarantee it! I am very sure of that as well!!!" She says. "So, do us a favor, and drop the charges?" She continues on. She floored me. She also shocked me with what she had just said. She was loud enough that all the people in the parking lot passing by, had stopped, their jaws dropped, and began looking at us, two.

"How could you say that? You hate Michael! I thought you were my best friend!! But obviously, I was wrong and made a mistake in thinking so. I thought that you would take and believe me instead of that lying psycho rapist piece of s**t that you call your stepbrother. It's not my fault that he couldn't have been patient and wait just a little bit longer. But, he wasn't thinking with the right head; he was thinking with the head between his legs when he really should've thought with the head on his shoulders. I trusted you with my life and my secrets. Unfortunately, I put my trust in the wrong place!" I said, getting louder by the second. I had gotten so aggravated that I decided to walk away. I walked to my car without looking back, got it, and then proceeded to bawl my eyes out. I was so upset. I just lost one of my only friends. One of my true friends, or so I thought. She was more like a sister to me until that argument. Why couldn't she just hear me out and get the actual facts? Urgh, I need to stop worrying about that.

I started up my car, put it in gear, so I could leave my parking space. Once I am out of the parking space, I head out towards the parking lot exit. When traffic was clear enough, I went onto the street and started on my way home, praying and hoping for a turn-around moment in this shitty day.

The following day after that, I had gotten to the school and walked into the building, and began walking toward my locker.  I was about ten feet away from my locker when I realized that someone was walking up beside me. I stopped walking immediately, then I turned and looked into a familiar pair of yellow-green eyes. The eyes of the love of my life and the owner of my heart, even though he doesn't know it yet. But there is a keyword there. The keyword is... YET! It was Rodney Chadwick, my ex's best friend, and a very good friend to me.

"I heard that you had a party, Friday night for your birthday. I also heard that you got drunk that night as well. But, I know that you never get drunk on purpose, usually, you have a reason behind getting drunk. So, what happened that caused you to want to get drunk?" Rodney started out a conversation. He must've been done with the silence as I was.  It (the statements that he just said) made me sad. "You do know that you could talk to me if you would like and want to?"

"Yes, there was a party. I wasn't the host or I would've invited you. I was just the birthday girl that evening, the one whose honor was in the party. Yes, I was trying to get drunk because some feelings were rearing their heads when I didn't know what to expect of those feelings." I exclaimed. I looked down because I was too scared to look into his eyes.

"What do you mean by 'some feelings are rearing their heads when I didn't know what to expect of those feelings'? Are those feelings about me??" He replied, a little hopeful, I think. He knew what to ask because he must've figured it out.

"The feelings I am talking about are very confusing. It is like I was in love with Michael but also it was not real love. Just a fantasy. But also, I am in love with you and afraid of what to do about it. I want to say something to you but I am scared that you don't feelthe same way," I say out loud forgetting that I was talking to you but just friend. My voice was unsteady and unstable when I spoke. You could just feeling my nervous feeling flowing off me because it was so strong. I was unable to stop my mouth and thoughts from just flowing a lot of word vomit, but I was okay with it afterward because I had finally let out my little secret crush, so it could be known to the world.

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