The Pact! Chapter 2!
~A few hours later~"Mom, how is she?" Nick asked, rushing into the hospital, with Brian right behind him.
"She's as well as she was before, Nicky," Jane said, giving her son a hug.
"What room is she in?" Nick asked.
"Nick, I don't think you should she her. She was badly beaten. You wouldn't even reconize her," Jane advised.
"What room is she in?" he repeated.
Jane sighed. "8, but don't say I didn't warn you," she said, but it was too late. He was already way down the hall.
Once he reached room 8, he knocked on the door, since it was closed. "Come in," he heard Meggie's mom call.
He opened the door, and walked further into the room, seeing Pat sitting beside Meggie's bed. "Hey Mrs. M," Nick said.
"Oh my, haven't you grown up?" she said, obviously surprised by Nick's change.
He smiled, and heard a snicker. "He still looks like a dork though." He looked over, and saw Meggie. At least, he thought it was her. She sure did look different.
"Your up. I thought you'd be sleeping," he said, walking over to the side of the bed.
"Nope, can't sleep. Havin' nightmares. And, they won't drug me until I'm questioned, so..."she trailed off.
"Can I hug you or will you brake?" he asked.
"I'll be fine. Just don't squeeze too tight," she said, smiling. She extended her arms out, and gave him a small hug. "So, why are you here? I thought you had a tour to do, Mr. Hotshot."
He held up his finger, showing his scar. "We had a pact," he said.
"You remembered!" she remarked, smiling. "Since you never call, I thought you would have forgotten."
He grinned. "Sorry about that," he apoligized.
"I'm gonna go to the cafeteria. You guys want anything?" Pat offered.
Both declined her offer. "How you holding up?" Nick asked, grabbing her hand.
"Well, besides the fact I look like shit, and I want to crawl into a hole and die, I'm fine. I feel like such a whore," she said, as tears cascaded down her cheeks. "They found me in a bush, naked, Nick."
"It's not your fault," he said, hoping to comfort her.
She looked at him. "I'm so scared, Nick. He said he was gonna be back," she said, the fright showing in her eyes.
"No, I'm gonna be here to protect you this time. I'll take you on tour with me if I hafta. I promise you, he won't hurt you ever again. And, you can forget about having a boyfriend, like, ever, 'cause I'm a guy, and I know exactly what guys think. So, boyfriends are completly out of the question," he said.
Meggie smiled at him. "I might as well become a nun. Don't you think you're over reacting, just a tad?" she asked him.
He sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm just trying to look out for you. I know we don't talk often, but I care," he said, sweetly.
They heard a "Aww, isn't that sweet?" coming from the doorway. They both looked over, and there stood Brian.
"Oh my God. Brian, is that you? You still haven't grown and it's been like 5 years! Get over here, short stuff," Meggie ordered.
"You remember me?!?" Brian asked, surprised.
"Of course I do. You look the same and all," she said.
"He scrunched up his face. "Gee thanks. How are you?" he asked.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Alright, I guess," she said, quietly, tightening her grip on Nick's hand.
"Excuse me, Ms. Morrison. We's like to speak with you privatly now," an officer said, entering the room.
"Ok," she said, her voice just above a whisper.
"We'll just be outside the door," Nick said, leaning over and placing a kiss on her forehead.
Once Brian and Nick had left, the officer spoke. "Ms. Morrison, I need you to tell me everything you remember. Even the smallest detail can help," he said.
Meggie nodded her head. "Ok, I was walking home from the mall-," she started.
"Walking? Why were you walking?" he questioned.
"Because, my friend met up with this guy she knows, so I told her to go and I'd walk. It was a nice night, I didn't expect to get raped," she said, angerly.
"Ok, go on," the officer said, jotting down notes.
"I was walking down Jepson, past the hydro field. I heard russling in the bushes, so I sped up, wanting to aviod whatever was in there." She stopped to wipe away the tears that were streaming down her face.
"Here you go, Miss," the officer said, handing her a tissue.
"Thanks. Umm, I was walking past the bush, when someone came out, and grabbed me. I screamed, until he cupped my mouth in his hand, dragging me to the bush. I bit down on his hand, and screamed, until he hit me. I fell down on my back. I kicked, screamed, swung my fists, but nothing seemed to work, 'cause he...umm...he got what he wanted," she said, as more tears streamed down her face.
"Could you describe, as best as you can, the person that did this?" the officer said, slowly.
"White male, about 5'10", fat, red hair that hung loosely around his face, no facial hair, umm...I'm sorry, that's all I can remember," she said.
"That's fine. Please contact us if you remember anything else," the officer said, before leaving.
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