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Day 3 - Part 4

She pours more coffee to me and I accept it even if I feel heartburn rising in my stomach. Headache is slowly passing, after some heavy painkillers. Or maybe it�s because of her story.
-I fell asleep on the couch, she says. -I wish I hadn�t done that. But I did. Maybe it was good. Even if my dreams were weird, I got trough that trip easily. That imagined one. But when I woke up, there had been changes. Too many changes. Some where good, but some... And it took me months, if not years to finally figure out what had happened at that night.
-Isn�t it funny that in months nothing happens, and bang, then in one day... I mean that�s what happened to me before coming here, I say, trying to relate to her part.
-You may call it funny.
Once again she makes me embarrased and hold my tongue.

Be-Bob returned to the party hour past midnight. And twenty minutes after Boys had finally left to their hotel.
-Fuck them, he cursed in the kitchen. -What am I to them? he asked from the waitress he had tried to hit on earlier. -I mean, tomorrow I�m just gonna resign. Young, pretty boy Nick Carter can from now on take care of his own ass! He seems to be completely able to that. Not noticing the fact that just tonight...
But in spite of all his angry words Be-Bob was loyal to his so-called boss and knew when not to speak.
-This party sucks anyway, waitress says. -I mean, I have nothing to do. What to complain? They pay me well. Sure. But here I am, stuck in the kitchen in the New Year�s Eve. Or actually it�s already New Year. So have a happy one.
She took glass of champagne from the tray and drank it. Then another one. She was already reaching for the third one when she realized to offer one to Be-Bob who gratefully accepted it.

-Oops, don�t fall! Be-Bob stammered as she tried to escort waitress, whose name was Allison, to the more private ares. Or actually he tried to escort himself closer to Allison�s private areas. After drinking over three bottles of champagne they both felt lightheaded, Allison more than Be-Bob, but it was just convenient for him.
-This must be the best party I�ve ever worked in, Allison giggled and Be-Bob had to agree. But then he heard a quiet sob. He hushed to Allison and listened. Then he heard it again. Oh great, like anything would work out on that night.
-Is there someone? Be-Bob asked carefully but heard no answer. He then asked Allison to put lights on. And when the blinking of neon lights stopped, he saw a sight he�d never forget.

-Do you work here? Be-Bob asked. He was carrying Ophelia in his arms. He had immediatly recognized her but she didn�t respond to anything he said or did. Allison had stood next to them, starting to panic and Be-Bob had to send her away.
Chris nodded and tried to turn away.
-Hey! I�m Robert Youngman, I�m the security guard for Backstreet Boys. I found this girl from there but I�m off duty and little bit drunk. She needs to be taken to the hospital and I can�t take her there. Your boss probably doesn�t want any ambulances around here. So you know any who could drive her to the hospital and take care of her?
-What�s wrong with her?
-I don�t know, Be-Bob admitted. -She doesn�t say anything, just cries like this. But her clothes have been ripped.
-Has this something to do with drugs?
-Who cares? This girl is sick and needs to get to the hospital! So get me a car and a driver. Woman might be better.
Be-Bob stood there holding Ophelia as Chris negotiated on the phone for a while.
-There�s someone coming, he then said and walked on. Be-Bob looked after him and felt rage growing inside of him. If Ophelia wouldn�t have been so helpless, he�d gone after Chris and punch him. For what, Be-Bob didn�t exactly know. But he knew that a girl who he had seen over a year in every place he went with Boys was in his arms, silently crying and it made him infuriatingly weak.

Pie petted Cara�s hair. She had fallen asleep and Pie hoped she could follow her example. But she sat there in silence, scared to move, not knowing what to do. She might have had sex with a man most teenagers desired but was it really worth it? Was it worth of losing her lover and best friend?
Then she heard a quiet knock on the door. Sun was almost rising. Cautiously Pie got up from the sofa, she didn�t want to wake up Cara. Then she walked on the door, sure that it would be Ophelia. It was. But not as Pie had thought.

-Hey, I�m Susanna, she said and tried to hold Ophelia standing.
-Hey. Come on in. What happened?
Ophelia was like a bag of sand, she didn�t react to anything, her face was pale, her make-up had run down with the tears and then vanished, leaving just unclear marks of it�s precence. There wasn�t much left of her dress that hadn�t been that big for starters.
-I�m not sure, Susanna said. -I was asked to take her to the hospital which I did. Then she told me to bring her here. Is this her home?
-Yes, yes it is. What happened? Why is she like this?
-I think she needs to get in bed, Susanna said just before Ophelia collapsed.
-Peach! Pie cried and hoped that Cara wouldn�t wake up. -Peach! Come to help us! It�s Ophelia...
Then Pie�s voice broke down and they tried to get Ophelia up from the floor. Peach ran down the stairs as quickly as she could. For the sake of their family member they had to forget what had been going on earlier. And by the strenght of those three they managed to get Ophelia up to her room and to her bed. Cara hadn�t woken up, which was lucky. Either one, Pie or Peach, wouldn�t want her to see Ophelia like she was.

-Are you sure she�s OK? Pie asked.
-As much as she can be now, Peach answered and turned to see Susanna. -So what happened?
-Let�s go to hall.
They quietly closed door to Ophelia�s room, after making sure she was breathing steady.
-She was raped, Susanna said as they had sat down on the couch. -As I told I was asked to take her to hospital. It was this big black man, I think his name was Robert.
Peach looked at Pie. Could it be? No, not Be-Bob.
-He had found her from the storage where she�d been hiding, perhaps for a while.
-So how do you know...?
-They told me that in hospital. She hadn�t said a word, except this address. Or they said that she�d had sex recently, with at least three different men and it�s been rough.
-She was virgin, Peach whispered and rested her head in her knees. Pie didn�t know what to do but slowly reached to pet back of her neck and hair.
-But you don�t know who it was? Pie asked.
Susanna shook her head, obviously sorry.
-Thank you for bringing her home, Pie then said. -I think we can take care of her from now on.
-OK. Here�s my card, Susanna placed it on the table and took a pen. -And this is name of the doctor that took care of her. In case something comes up, don�t hesitate to call me.
-Did she tell you her name? Peach asked quietly, not rising her head.
-No, Susanna said. -She didn�t have any ID with her either.
-Thank you Susanna, Pie said politely but roughly, telling that it was her time to go. Pie escorted her down. Then she checked on Cara who was happily snoring on the living room couch. Pie watched her for a while, her innocent face, her small body curled up and she felt inconceivable pain in her heart.

-Ophelia woke up before I did. First she didn�t let anyone touch her and went to the shower. She was there over an hour. And when she came out, she started to cry hysterically. All they could do was to sit beside her and try to comfort her. This I heard from Pie last year.
She sneers. -Well, at least one positive thing came out of that. Peach and Pie had to forget their disagreements for greater good.
-Was it worth it?
Her face get crumpled and she can�t answer. She tries to hold back the tears and almost succeeds in it. Only few crystal clear drops run down her face. I stand up and get her a kleenex from bathroom. It takes about ten minutes from her to calm down. But I don�t want to push her. I�m not her shrink. She tells me what she wants, when she wants and how she wants. But for some reason I�m not surprised that she leaves some details out of the following chapter.

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