Without A Trace

Broken

Tara ran in slamming the door shut. Eyeliner ran down her cheeks as she fell to the floor, sobbing hysterically. Her eyes shined with sadness, making her usually electric blue eyes seem dull and grey. In her hands she grasps half a broken locket that she had worn for the last nine years. She lets her tears fall to the ground, littering it with droplets of agony. She holds herself tightly, feeling violated and broken. She ignores the holes in her clothes just allowing all her brokenness to be devoured by her tears. She sits crying until it hurts, not that entire body wasn't already hurting. She feels betrayed. The clammy feeling of the tears on her face cannot be ignored as she wipes them away forcefully. The recent memories of the way it all felt made her skin crawl. Someone she loved had put her through all of that for a few quick bucks. It was a hazy anemesis, but oh too real. She still felt the pain caused by the iron grip of her boyfriends hands. She tried to recall what happened the previous night, tried to make the memories clearer. Would she have to tell the police? She ponders the question for a while, her head leaning against her front door still and her knees tucked up to her chest. She at least had to go to the hospital. She couldn't avoid that. She stand slowly, wobbling on her feet and walks to the kitchen. She gently turns the tap on, pouring herself a pint of water. As she brings the glass to her lips she remembers the bitter taste of last nights alcohol. She gulps down the water, it goes down smoothly, releasing the pain from dehydration. 'I have to go.' She whispers to herself. She puts the glass down before heading upstairs to the bathroom, pulling makeup wipes out of a cupboard. She cleans all the blotched makeup of her face. She brushes her teeth consciously, knowing that the mixture of things that had been on her mouth last night brought bile to her throat. Her entire body aches as she lunges for the toilet bowl, the contents of her stomach burned from her throat to her mouth before flowing into the bowl. The acid hurts, tears form in her eyes. She knew how it came to this. The police would also have to find out.
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''Hello you've called 999 what is your emergency.'' The friendly sounding man said down the phone.
''I- I've been raped.'' Just admitting the horrible truth brought tears to her eyes, forcing her to hold back sobbing. ''Are you still in Danger?'' The man said scriptedly.
''No. I uh- I don't think so.'' She said looking around herself excusably all too paranoid.
''Where are you? I'm going to need you to go your nearest A&E if you can do that for me.''
''I can try.'' She stutters. ''I can't drive though.''
''We'll send somebody to pick you up.'' He says nonchalantly. ''Okay thank you.'' She finished her conversation with the man. She starts changing looser, unripped clothing, but decides to bring the ripped clothes with her. She zones out, seeing herself pinned against the wall by Matty. By her boyfriend, as another man tore of her clothes while she struggled. She felt her skin crawl as the strange man inserted himself into her. It was hells hour. She snaps out of the memory with tears in her eyes. She heard a knock on the door. Checking the peep hole first she opens the door for the paramedic. ''Hello, Miss Tara Bently?''