Vowing

Heather hurt all over. That was her first thought when she woke. There was pain in her left arm and all along her chest and ribs. Even her butt cheeks hurt. She struggled to open her eyes but something was wrong. She could only open one and everything was blurry. She tried to raise the arm that wasn't hurting, but it was so heavy.

Someone was shouting. She had a headache. She wanted the shouting person to shut up.

Just shut the fuck up, she tried to say. All that came out was a raspy croak. Her throat was dry. She was thirsty. Then her memories came flooding in. The yelling. Pulling on her hair. A hand squeezing her throat. Gagging. Being unable to breathe. Being penetrated. The punches. The kicks. The laughing. Her crawling to the bathroom. It was a jumbled mess. But she knew that face. She would make him pay.

"Who did this to you Heather?! Tell us who?!" Deborah Carr was beside herself. Her life seemed to have turned into a nightmare. The image she walked into had haunted her all night as she waited for news about her daughter. Her precious little angel had her virginity stolen from her. She was bruised and broken, but what was worse, she had been anally penetrated. It was bad enough that some monster had violated her, but did they have to do it there too?

"Ma'am, do I have to ask you to leave? I can't check on your daughter if you can't calm down." The doctor said.

Her patient was barely coherent. The EMT's had **** but to sedate her so they could treat her injuries. She had thankfully slept after that. Judging by the black eye she gave one of the EMT's, this girl had a lot of fight left in her. That was a good thing, judging by the skin they collected from under her fingernails, they had a chance of catching the guy.

Having silenced the mother, the doctor and a nurse checked over their patient. Once they finished, and had given her some water, she was finally able to speak. The police officer present began to ask her questions. Everything was still all mixed up in her head. When she named her attacker, her mother went into denial.

"It couldn't have been Brock. He's always been so sweet to you. Think baby, it had to be someone else."

This only pissed Heather off. Of all people, her mother didn't believe her. She shouted, "It was Brock Momma! I offered to give him a handjob but he said he was sick of them. He wanted to fuck and he... he..."

She couldn't go on. She couldn't relive that nightmare again.