𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗗𝗔 × 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥: 𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘?
✎ᝰ┆𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒:
all characters are 21+
warnings: mature content, sexual assault! mention of suicidal thoughts, drinking, depression, toxic friends, angst, swearing. READ THE WARNINGS! MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNINGS + art above is mine.
【 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: LaraWolf666】
Canada stood in the door way, looking at his beautiful girlfriend. She was his world, even when they had been dating for a few months now, he was head over heels in love with her. She was currently getting ready for a party she was attending, unfortunately, Canada couldn't go along because his brother needs him tonight; but he will be there to pick her up afterwards. He didn't want to seem possessive over her or ruin her fun. Besides she'll be with her friends. He had to put his trust in them which he found hard to do. He didn't necessarily trust her friends, they were mean and rude people and he knew his girlfriend deserves better then those jerks but Y/N insists that they aren't always like that. That they have good moments too.
She constantly covers for their rude behavior. No matter how harsh they treat her-- she is a door mat to them. He defends her without overstepping his boundaries, just a friendly warning and that usually shuts them up for a while. At least until he leaves the room. He heard the way they shame her weight, appearance and even try to hit on Canada knowing full well that he is in a relationship with Y/N. It angers him how their rude behavior is tolerated by Y/N. If it was up to him, he would drop them like flies.
Canada leaned against the door frame, overlooking his adorable girlfriend getting ready for this party. He steps off and walks towards her. She looks over at him a gentle smile on her face, "you look beautiful, you know that right?" He kissed her head and she giggled. "Oh hush!" She fixes her hair, "how do I look?" She does a little spin showing off her knee length dress. She didn't really wear dresses often, but she was feeling quite confident in this one. "I already said, you look gorgeous." He tucks her hair behind her ear and she grows flustered. "I--um, thank you."
"You're so cute." He kisses her nose, "now, are you ready to go?" He leans back and she nods. "Yep!" She grabs his hand and leads him to down the stairs and outside to the car. Luckily Canada managed to grab his phone and car keys on the way. "Remember, call me if you need anything, okay?"
"I know." They drove off to the street where the party was being held. Canada looked around the area and kept his guard up. The streets where dark, the luminance lighting from the club lit up the entrance of the building. People stood outside, and soon enough, Canada saw Y/N's trashy friends. He parked the car and got out with her. Eventhough she was fine, he insisted on walking her to her friend's. Even if it was only across the street. He held her hand as they walked, "well, here you are. Keep your phone on and call me when you're ready to leave, okay?" He asked, and she grinned. "I know!" He gave her a quick kiss on the head before taking his leave, waving goodbye and leaving to his car.
Y/N and her friends got into the club, the music was even louder inside. Soon enough, her friends got lost on the dance floor and Y/N headed to the bar area. Hoping for some small liquid courage only acholcol can provide. The bar was packed, but she managed to find an open spot near the end. Surprisingly no one had attempted to pull her to the dance floor. She was on her second glass when a stranger approached her. It was a man who she didn't recognize, but he had gentle features. He sat down beside her, "I've never seen ya around here before, you new?" Despite the butterflies in her stomach, she answered, "yeah, my friends dragged me along." He nodded, "they just felt you here? Some friends.." he trails off, "my friend is the DJ of his club, the guy over there." She looks over to where he pointed, seeing the DJ he was talking about, "his names DJ, I know, iconic, right?" She laughed, "yeah, it seems like it was destined to be." She takes a sip of her drink, and soon he calls over the bartender, ordering a water for himself. "You're not drinking tonight?"
He pouts, "unfortunately, no. I'm the designated driver." His hand rests on her knee, "oh-- uh, I'm sorry but I have a boyfriend." His eyes widen and he immediately removes his hand, his words stumbling over as he tries to apologize. "I'm so sorry-- gosh, now I feel like a jackass." She laughs it off, "it's fine."
"Hey, you never told me your name, I'm Jay."
"Well, Jay, it's nice to meet you- I'm Y/N." She grinned, and that's when she noticed that he didn't take a sip of his water yet. He just watched as she drank her acholcol. After she finished the glass, she started to feel more dizzy. Sure, she can be a lightweight, but not from just two drinks, plus she never gets dizzy until she is hungover in the morning. Seeing this, Jay, asks if she is alright, but his words are blurred to her, she tries to stay awake. "Where are your friends? Or your phone, I can call your boyfriend." She raises her hand, "no, no, I think I just need air." She stands up, and before she could fall over, Jay catches her.
He leads her out the back door, and even with the fresh air, she isn't feeling much better. Her body is almost limp at his point, and Jay is particularly carrying all her body weight. He takes her to his car and buckles her in the backseat. She tries to stay awake, she really did.
The rest of the night was a blur, she remembers him taking her phone from her, getting lead to a room where it was dark. Even in the darkness, she could make out the disgusting look of pleasure on his face. She remembers saying "no, no, stop" repeatedly in a daze. She was stripped out of her clothes, she remembers feeling, cold, scared, and in a bubble. Like she was hovering over her body. She recalls the pain she experienced, her mind numb when it finally ended. Then it went all blank from there.
When she awoke the next morning, she was naked, in bed alone. Her body ached and her head throbbed. She pulled the covers off, seeing the aftermath of what he had done. His semen stained on her thighs and the sheets. She suddenly felt sick and ran to the bathroom-- where she emptied out her stomach. She found it hard to breath and she cried. Her throat was sore, her eyes burned, and the rest of her body ached. It took ten minutes for her to calm down enough to search for her phone. Canada had called her at least 20 times and messaged her a bunch too. She felt sick again, and ran to the bathroom, this time taking her phone with her.
She felt guilty, empty, and used. She was disgusted with herself. Y/N went in the shower, and even when her body was being clean, she still felt dirty. Why didn't she scream louder? Why didn't she run? Why did she trust him? She stayed in the shower until the hot water went cold. She used the motel's towels to dry herself. She didn't have spare clothes so she just went back into the same ones she wore the night before.
She noticed only one missed call from her friends, seems like they didn't notice that she was missing, or they just didn't care to check in. Y/N walked home, she was tried and all she wanted to do was sleep and cry. She felt used, and how and the hell is she going to tell Canada? Will he blame her? Not believe her and break up with her? Why does she have to be so weak?
Her thoughts turn more darker the closer she gets to her house, Canada was probably inside waiting for her return. He must have been worried sick all night. She quietly opened the door and entered the house. She tossed her purse and shoes off, shutting the door behind her. She looked at the wall, seeing a bunch of picture frames of her and Canada's best moments.
The one where they went fishing was her favorite. In the picture they were smiling while Canada held up a huge salmon he caught. After the picture was taken, the fish slipped out of Canada's grip and slapped him in the face before falling back into the water and swimming off. She remembers laughing like crazy at her boyfriend's dumbfounded expression.
Y/N pulls her eyes away from the photo, walking up the stairs to her bedroom. "Y/N?" She stopped dead in her tracks, and turned to see her boyfriend's face. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs, a concerned look on his face. "Where were you? I tried calling and texting but you weren't answering. I thought your phone died or something happened to you-- that's when I called your friend, Mandy, and she said you went off with some guy... is.. is it true?" He walked up the stairs, holding onto the railing. Y/N steps back, and hugs herself, biting down on her lip. "Baby, please look at me?" He begged, reaching out to grab her hand when she pulled away. He looked hurt, "please.. tell me what happened."
"I-I... I'm sorry!" She broke down in tears, covering her face. He reached for her, "is it okay if I hold you?" She didn't reply instead just buried her face into the crook of his neck. "I didn't want to! I swear! You have to believe me!" He listens quietly, taking the pieces of information you told him to figure out what happened. "Baby.. I.. it's okay, you're safe now." He gently stroked her hair, running his hands through the loose knots. Her sobs didn't quite down, and Canada was slowly boiling underneath his skin, who the hell made the sunshine in his life cry? Whoever hurt her was going to pay.
"I.. I told him to stop.. but.." she choked on her words, falling to explain herself. "Shh, shh.." Canada quietly hushed her, "it's okay," Canada was holding back tears of his own, getting a good picture of what happened. "We need to report this," he said. Slowly she nodded.
Just then, they pulled apart when Y/N's phone started ringing. She looked at Canada before answering, answering the video call. "Wow, you look like shit!" Mandy said, Y/N wiped her tears. "I know I told Jay to mess with you a bit, but damn, girl." She said, looking at her friends now dry tear stained face. "What..?" Y/N's heart dropped. "Yeah, we wanted to see if you would like cheat on your BF or something! Let me guess, you're crying because he broke up with you?" She teased, a grin on her face. "I never liked that Canadian ass anyways," Y/N didn't say anything, and Canada wanted to end the call right then and there. "No, we're still together." Y/N said, her voice flat and cold. "Oh well, oh and before I forget-- Jay wanted me to give him your number, so he might call you--" she wiggles her eyebrows, "for a round 2!" Mandy bursts out laughing and Y/N stays silent.
Canada's fists clenched. He hated her the most out of Y/N's friends. She was the one to always shame Y/N for her weight and clothes. Use her embarrassment as entertainment for her other friends. "Oh the girls and I are going to meet up with the boys and they were like, 'we shouldn't invite Y/N, she is no fun' and I said, 'you crazy, our girl is the life of the party'!. You should totally come, Jay is gonna be there."
"He told us all about when y'all hooked up, said it was best night of his life--" Y/N didn't listen anymore, ending the video call. She dropped her phone, breaking down crying once more.
Canada comforted her the best he could. He was unsure if she wanted to be held or not, as he was on the fence about what she was comfortable with.
Canada didn't hesitate to block all of her 'friends' from her phone.
The process was traumatizing, getting tested, questioned and more. Luckily, Canada was there for her. A few days passed and a call from the police department shook the girl out of her thoughts, Canada went to get her some ice cream and her favorite candy
while she stayed home. She didn't feel any better then when it first happened. She still felt like it was her fault. She was stupid for trusting him. She was angry at herself, why didn't she scream louder?
She immediately answered, "hello, is this Y/N L/N?" A gentle female voice asked. "Yes, this is her."
"We need you to come down to the station for some more questioning, if that's okay with you."
Y/N looked around her room, "uh, yeah, that's fine. Um, maybe around 2? Is that okay?"
"Yes, that's perfect. Thank you and see you soon, Y/N." The lady hung up and Y/N tossed her phone on the bed. She let out a sigh, running her hands through her hair. Soon enough, Y/N got another call, this time from an unknown number. She was nervous, but answered anyways. "Y/N what the fuck is wrong with you?" A familiar voice who she recognized as Mandy said. "First you blow us off, then you are accusing Jay of raping you? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Mandy yelled through the phone. "Mandy, I'm telling the truth he drugged me and--"
"Cut the bullshit, Y/N. I know Jay, and he would never do a thing like that. I know that you just got drunk and slept with him then regretted it afterwards. Admit it." Y/N blinked away her tears, "you know, you're a bad friend, Mandy." Y/N hung up, and blocked the number. She curled up in a ball on her ball, hugging herself. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears landing on the pillow beneath her head. Her eyes zeroed in on her phone, it was blowing up with threats from her old friends, (all from unknown numbers) and on social media. She mindlessly read them, her eyes stinging and the tears endless. The things they were saying were horrible.
You are sick!
How can you lie about something like this?
You whore
But the worst one was from Jay himself. She didn't have his number restored, but it didn't take a person with half a brain to find out who it was.
"Do you miss me, baby? Cuz I miss you"
She threw her phone across her room when she read that one. She felt empty, why won't the people that were suppose to be her friends turning against her? She felt so alone.
Eventually, Canada returned. "Babe, they ran out of that ice cream you liked so I got those ice cream sandwiches you like instead--" his smile fell, and he places the icecream sandwich on the bedside table (it hasn't been opened yet so it's fine). "Hey.. Y/N, what's wrong?" He looked over at the phone laying on the ground. "Did they try to contact you again?" Slowly she nods, and he sighs. He pulls her into his chest, "is this okay?" He asks. She nods again. "Thank you, Nada.. I don't deserve you." He just hugs her tighter, "yes you do. You deserve everything and more." He kisses her head.
"They want me to go down to the station again.. for more questioning." He tilts his head, "when?"
"Today, at 2." He hums, "do you want me to go with you?" She nods. "Please."
They stay in each others arms for a while, before Y/N gets off to eat her ice cream sandwiche before it melts. Canada pouts, "you choose food over my cuddles?"
She shrugs, "yep." She takes a bite, "after I'm done this I'll get ready and we'll go, okay?" He nods, "sure."
When they arrived, Canada had to wait outside while they questioned her.
"So, tell us what happend." The two detectives where in the room, sitting in front of her. "We just want to help."
"Well... uh, I.. I met this guy at a party and I-I think he drugged me because I don't remember much. He walked me to his car and drove me somewhere, then I blackout for a bit. But I woke up and tried to push him off me-- I... I tried to tell me to stop but he wouldn't listen." Her hands shook, "thank you, Ms. L/N. You are very brave for what you experienced, but for now we want you to write down what you told us on this report." The detective, who's told you to call him is Roger's, slides a report with a pen over to her. She take it and writes down everything she remembered.
Detective Roger's collected her report when she was done, "thank you again, Y/N, and we promise to find the person who did this."
"I know who did it," she said. Rogers looked at her, "why didn't you say that before?"
"I don't.. his name is Jay, I don't know his lastname."
"Ok, well, we'll look into his 'Jay' guy. But in the meantime get some rest and contact this number if you remember anything else." She nods and takes the phone number she gave him, and leaves the room. Canada walks up to her, gently taking ahold of her hand. "You okay?" She nods, "yeah, I.. I know this is hard to explain, but it feels like a weight has been lifted off me, y'know?" He kissed her forehead, "let's go home, we still got a whole bunch of icecream sandwiches to finish!" He cheers. Despite what she is going through, Y/N couldn't help but smile at her boyfriend. She really was lucky.
Waking up to a phone call in the morning wasn't the most best thing. It was an unknown number, and she checked beside her to see Canada had left. Probably for his job, he insisted that she stay home while he works on choosing a therapist. Without thinking, Y/N answered the phone. "Hello?" She asked.
"Hi, Y/N. It's detective Roger's, can we meet up again?"
She looks at the clock, sitting up, "uh, sure.. I'll head there now."
"That's great."
"Um, may I ask what for?"
"Oh, just for some more questioning. Nothing to big."
"Oh, I thought I was in trouble or something." She joked, "why would you be in trouble?" He asks. The question caught her off guard. "it's not everyday a detective calls you." She explains. "I guess that makes sense, well, see you soon, Ms. Y/N."
The call ends and Y/N let's out a breath that she didn't know she was holding in. She threw the blankets off her. A few days had passed since she gotten any updates. The hate messages dialled down a bit, and instead she was getting ignored.
She quickly threw on what she thought was suitable and went outside. She didn't own a car, they only have Canada's truck and she doesn't want to bother him for his. Instead she went in the garage and took out her bike. It would be nice to get some exercise. She hopped on and rode off.
After a long and exhausting bike ride Y/N had successfully made it to the police department. When she got there, she noticed how the two detectives looked at her. It was a standoffish look. It was hard to explain; she didn't get a good feeling.
The interrogation room was tense. Detective Roger's finally spoke, "we found some... inconsistencies with the story you told us and some of which the other witnesses told us." The other detective, whose name is William's pulled out a file, reading it over and giving her a look.
"What?" She gripped on the edge of her seat. "I.. I don't know anything about that, I-I'm telling the turth."
"Okay, how about you tell us what happend." Williams said with a stern voice, his eyes cold like his tone. "Again?"
"Yes, again." He states. "I.. I was at a party with some friends. I went to the bar, met this guy who said his name was Jay and... then.. he.. he took me to a motel and.." she gulped, "he assaulted me." Her eyes blurred with tears, remembering the past events. Rogers nods, "okay, now I want to talk about your childhood, and what happend before all this."
"Why?" She looked between the two men.
"We want to get a clearer picture of who you are before this occured." Williams said. "Oh.." her nails dug into the palms of her hands.
"I noticed that you've been through a lot. Mother was a alcoholic, father wasn't really in the picture, trouble with bullying and had no friends growing up."
"I rather not think about that stuff and just-- move on." Y/N looks off to the side. "Let's cut to the case. "We have a bunch of different stories to what people saw, what the camera saw and what you said."
"What? I swear I'm telling the turth."
"Well if you are then the turth isn't adding up." Williams said. "Let me tell you a version that I think is more accurate: a mistreated girl gets drunk at a party, sleeps with a stranger and to save herself the embarrassment-- tells everyone she was raped so people will pay attention to her and her boyfriend wouldn't leave her. You don't want to be alone again, and that is great, but lying like this... with such a serious topic-- You might have came up with this without thinking it through. But this is a very serious issue and it's not something to lie about."
"No.. you're wrong.. I..." Y/Ns voice comes off as a soft whisper. She tries to stop her tears from falling. "We must know, is there really someone we should be looking for?" It feels like her world fell apart. When they said they don't believe her something broke inside her. Why didn't they believe her?
"Y/N? You can't leave until you tell us." Their voices where foggy. She knew they were wrong. She remembers it. "No.."
"No, there is not someone we should be looking for?"
"Ok, and when you said that he drugged you, that was a lie too?"
She nods. "Can I go now?"
"We need a new statement. Since your other one is on file we need you to write new one with what you just told us." He slides over a new file with a pen. With shaky hands she brings to write her new statement. Her lip trembles as she tries desperately not to cry. The two detectives leave the room and it is silent all around her. She fills out the report, claiming that she was lying and she made the whole thing up. When she was finished the same two detectives from before came in.
Rogers gave her a water bottle and some chips, "thank you for coming clean with us, Y/N. You're free to leave now." She nods, not meeting his eyes. As she walks out and the door shuts behind her she hears Williams voice, "see how she didn't look at you? Probably embarrased she had been caught."
She went straight home and locked herself in her room. Curled up underneath the blankets she calls Canada's number. It rings twice before he picks up. "Hello?"
"Canada.." she muffles her cries. "I.. I just needed to hear your voice." She replied. "Babe? What's wrong? Do you want me to come home?"
"No, no, it's fine. I just.. I think I made a big mistake."
"I'm getting off work now, I'll be home in the next 20-ish minutes, stay on the phone." She hears the rustling of movement on the other line and she can't help but feel like a burden. "No, no, I'm fine.."
"You're not fine. I'm coming home." There was no debating with him. He was persistent on this and there is no convincing him. "I'm sorry, Nada." She chokes on her words. She felt and probably looked- pathetic. "I don't want to do this anymore. I just want to end it." She whispered, pulling away from the phone while Canada desperately tried to get her to answer. "Babe? Y/N please answer, I need to know you're okay. I'm almost home, I swear-- then we can cuddle, watch a movie-- or do whatever you want. Just please answer."
Y/N just stared blankly at the phone. "I'm sorry." She walked away, heading towards the medicine cabinet."
"I'm ten minutes away, I'll get there soon!" She came to the realization that he was speeding. There is no way that he could have gotten here that quickly. She held onto the mirror. She can wait out 10 minutes, right?
There was this weight on her chest and she fell to her knees. Covering her face to try to stop the tears from falling. It was her fault this happend. She felt so much guilt that it might just kill her.
Each minute that passed she started to feel better, with Canada on the phone he did bring a smile on her face. "I love you, Y/N."
"I love you too, Canada."
Soon enough, Canada was with her in person. He had made it home and practically broke the door open. He found her laying on the bed, it seemed that's where see liked to be most days. "Y/N? I'm home."
"I know, you weren't exactly quiet when you broke the door down." She said with a smile. He rolled his eyes, a grin playing on his lips. "Can you really blame me for being worried?"
"No, I guess I can't." She holds open her arms and he hugs her. Rubbing her back and kissing her face all over. They lay down together in eachothers arms. She falls drifts off and feels herself getting tucked underneath the covers.
Canada leans over her, kissing her head. "Don't worry, Y/N. I'll take care of this." He whispers before leaving.
Canada was hiding something from Y/N something he should have told her long ago but chose not to. He didn't want to stress her. The truth is, he had been following around this 'Jay' guy for quite some time now. It wasn't hard to find what he looked like or what car he drove. He also did some investigating on his friends, combined with Y/N's.
He drove in his truck to where Jay would be tonight, at a new party. Probably to pray on other people. He wore casual clothing and a hat with sunglasses. As he expected, Jay was leading another girl to a secluded area. He followed behind, keeping a distance so it doesn't look suspicious. His fist clench, and he shook his head. He needed to do this. For Y/N.
Just when Jay was about to go down on the girl, Canada ripped him off her. The girl, completely confused and horrified asked, "hey! What the hell?"
Canada doesn't look at her and just tightens his grip on Jay. "Trust me, I'm going you a favor." They exit the bathroom to the back door. The girl ran off somewhere probably to her friend's or something. Frankly he didn't care. Jay was his top priority.
It was night and the alley was giving off very sketchy vibes. It was empty besides the two men. Canada threw Jay to the ground and stepped on his chest to stop him from getting up. "I want you to confess, admit to hurting Y/N." Canada pulled out his phone, getting ready to record. "What? Listen man, I had no idea she had a boyfriend! She said she was single, and to be far she initiated it." Canada dug his boot harder into the man's chest. He let out a choking sound. Finding it harder to breathe with each passing moment.
"Listen, I can't! This will destroy me!" He pleaded. "I'll pay you."
"You should do this, because if you don't I will know you're a bad person-- and I have no problem doing bad things to bad people." Canada's face darkens, he was beginning to lose his patience.
"Tell the camera what you did and I'll let you go, unharmed." The Canadian promised.
Seeing that the man beneath him wasn't planning on giving in, he pulled out a pocket knife. "Fine, I'll just force it out of you."
"Ok! Ok! I'll confess! I drugged her and took her back to a motel room-- then slept with her--" he confesses.
"Against her will?" He cut him off.
"Yes! Yes! Now please let me go!" Jay begged. Canada nods and removes his boot. "Scam." Jay runs away, and Canada ends the video. Now that he has a confession, all should fall into place.
Y/N awoke to the sound of her phone ringing. She rolled over out of her boyfriend's arms and answered. "Hello?"
"Hi, Y/N, this is detective Roger's." Y/N looks at Canada and he gives her a confused look. Mouthing 'who is it'
'cops' she mouths back.
"Well, new evidence has presented itself and... you were telling the turth. I'm sorry for not believing you. I really wish I just could go back in time and change it, I really would but.. I'm just so sorry." Y/N wasn't expecting that. "Wait what do you mean, new evidence?"
"Jay confessed and we have it on tape. A audio clip was sent to us last night." Y/N looks at Canada again, her mouth agape. He tilts his head, "you okay?"
"I.. I have to go, bye." Y/N ends the call. She covers her face. "He confessed." Canada pulls her hands off her face, he says, "it's okay now, I promise."
"How are you so sure?" She questions.
"Because I'm with you."