Straight Mobbing

Stassie-TRIGGER WARNING

(Conversation is gonna be in Gaelic-guess what?! Two days in a row I ain't translating-shocker)

Hello?

Hello? Who's calling?

Evie? It's Ana.

OH MY GOD! GUYS ITS ANA! 

There was a crash in the background and I could hear my mother yell and rush to the phone.

M-Ana! Is it really you?

Yes, ma. I need help. I'm in Italy.

M-What the hell are you doing in Italy?

Forgetting I was held against my will, already?

M-No, sorry honey. Where are you in Italy?

At a police state in Naples. The detectives are trying to help me.

M-Do not go to Russia. Go to Galway, I'll meet you there in a few hours.

I'll probably have to stay here for a few more days. They want me to go to hospital and get checked out.

M-What for?

I'd rather not tell you. Where's Oscar? I want to speak to him.

M-Inion, he was shot by Igor. He's still in hospital in Boston.

Okay. Don't tell him anything just yet. Let me figure out this shit and I'll call you back later.

The detectives told me to hang up and then ushered me out of their office and into a back holding room which was secure. They gave me food and water. The female detective brought in a roll-y tv in and turned on the news-which was in Italian with English subtitles.

I was chewing on some bread when the screen popped up red.

'BREAKING NEWS!' Ran across the middle of the tv. A pair of women sat behind a desk started speaking extremely fast.

'AT THIS HOUR WE CAN CONFIRM THAT PRINCESS ANASTASIA OF RUSSIA AS BEEN FOUND. NO WORD ON WHERE SHE IS OR HOW SHE WAS FOUND AT THIS MINUTE. OFFICIALS ARE STAYING THAT THIS WAS THE SECOND TIME THAT THE PRINCESS HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED. FIRST TIME SHE WAS JUST A MERE SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL, NOW AT AGE TWENTY-ONE IT SEEMS THAT HER LUCK ISN'T WITH HER.'

I flipped the tv off and then shut it off. My kidnappings were not something that reporters needed to make fun of. I was abused in anyway shape possible. I was at seventeen and now four years later the same things had happened.

The metal table served as my bed as I waited for the next step in the process of going home. 

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Seven hours later...

I laid in a hospital bed. Hospital staff kept me in a private room away from the regular population. We didn't need anyone knowing that I was there.

I heard arguing from the hall way and then complete silence. My brain switched from calm and sort of relax to fight mode. I knew that my door would open soon and I needed to be ready for who ever came in the room.

(You guessed it more things I'm not translating.)

"Ana? Its Nicky and Pollyanne. Can we come in?" I relaxed back into my bed.

"Yes, come on in." The door opened and there were hospital staff hutlled around waiting to see me.

"Holy shit. You're okay."

"For the most part. Where did you guys come from so quickly?" Pollyanne hugged me really tight and I felt better.

"Saint Petersburg. Dad had the brothers and I go back to deal with this new age of Bolshevik officers." Oh joy.

"Do you know what bodyguards it was? I can tell you."

"No. You need to rest. What did that monster put you through Ana?" Pollyanne asked with a soft voice.

"A lot. Nothing I can't handle."

"Bullshit", Nicky retorted, "The guy tortured you for thirty-six days. Tell us. We aren't gonna do anything." I swallowed my spit and my pride and looked him.

"Igor drugged, raped and beat the shit out of me for thirty-five days. On day thirty-six which this one is, I've counted. I bit off his willy." 

Pollyanne went from crying to a little giggle and Nicky held onto his older brother protective face.

"What did the doctors say?"

"A couple broken ribs. I torn a back muscle. I'm pregnant. All the fun stuff."   Pollyanne kept crying and Nicky's face softened.

"What are you gonna do about the baby?" I shook my head.

"Its not a baby. Its a grouping of cells in my body. They scheduled me for an abortion sometime soon. That's why I'm still here. There is no way that I am having a rapist's baby. Not even dad can force me to go through with it."

"Speaking of dad. He's here. I made him stay outside while we talked to you first." I nodded.

"Just go get everyone." Nicky turned away from me and grabbed the door. Pollyanne kept eye contact with me and held on to my hand really tight. "I know that this goes against our religion but I think you're doing the right thing." She said quickly and quietly to me. I nodded and squeezed her hand as my brothers and father walked into the room.

"Ana." My dad rushed to my bedside.

"I'm fine. Don't worry."

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." 

He was crying. 

He never cries.

The doctor who had done my rape kit was here and wanted to talk to be about having my abortion. There was no way that they were gonna tell me other wise. My dad sat down and listened as the doctor spoke.

"Ms. Anastasia, we need your consent and a quick signature on these forms, we will then preform the procedure. Then we can release you to a family member as soon as we are done." I grabbed the papers and signed on the dotted line. They were treatment forms and such. Nicky made sure to bring a gag order for the hospital to sign. He handed me the papers and I collected everything to give back to the doctor.

"This is a formality for a royal house. If you could sign." I handed her the forms and she nodded. I watched as she filled out the form.

"Who will take you home?" 

"Ira and Connor will be taking me back to the U.S. as soon as we're done." My dad looked at me with anger but this was my decision.

"I think you should go back to the palace." 

I shook my head. "Are you forgetting that I'm engaged to a man who is lying in a hospital bed with a gunshot wound to is stomach? I don't get the option to go wherever anymore. I got where he goes." The doctor handed Nicky back the gag order and left the room.

The nurse came in moments later and kicked everyone out.

"Hun, you're gonna take this pill and you'll feel some cramping or even tired its normal. We recommend that you see your doctor in a few days to make sure that the pill works." She handed me a pill and a glass of water. I said a little prayer and took it.

God and I had some beef to talk through.