Written by Kenz (TogetherWeRise)
Chapter Ten; Part Two
Rosalie
I looked up at my dad. He was still standing by the doorway, rubbing his arms and looking around in a way that could be described as nervous. Confused, I cocked my head to the side. There was no reason for him to be upset. I was home now. I was safe.
That was all that mattered...wasn't it?
"What's wrong, Dad?"
He took a deep breath. "Well.. the detective's said that you told them that One Direction was who kidnapped you."
Hearing his dubious tone caused my smile to fade, "yes, I did, because it was them who did it."
"Oh, Rosalie," he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Maybe the sick bastards gave you a hallucinagenic. You suffered blows to the head. You're dehydrated..."
It took a minute for what he was saying to sink in. When the meaning of his words hit home, my jaw dropped and I stared at him in surprise. That was far from the reaction that I expected. How couldn't he believe me?
"Dad," Lorraine pointedly. "She's gone through a lot."
My eyes darted to her, "you believe me. Don't you, Lorrie?"
"Relax," she said softly.
But she averted her eyes, looking at the fake plant in the corner rather than at me. My stomach dropped to my knees and I shook my head vehemothly. Panic spread through me. This couldn't be happening. They had to believe me. I was telling the truth!
"It happened," I insisted. "Harry left a note in my CD and told me to meet them in the parking garage! He, Louis and Niall chased me down and tied me up and brought me to a house-"
"That's enough," Dad cut in. "Go to sleep, Rose."
"No! You have to believe me. They kidnapped me. They- They've killed so many other girls..."
My voice trailed off as I took in the sight of them. Dad was staring intently at his hands and Lorraine had moved from my side to stand by the window. They were humoring me by letting me go on. Neither of them believed me.
I felt like I was suffocating, like the room was closing in on me. My stomach was flipping and my fingers were trembling. The sense of impending doom seemed to be crushing me. My head was spinning and I swallowed hard around a wad in my throat.
"Look at me," I cried desperately. "Look at me! Do you think I've done this to myself? Why would I lie?"
They still weren't listening. Lorraine's thin arms wrapped around her midsection and she closed her eyes tightly. Dad looked uncomfortable. I sat up again and began to pull at the tape holding the IV in my vein. I had to find out how to prove it to them.
"Come on, get the detectives. We- We can go to the cabin right now. If we get back to the highway I can bring you there!"
Finally, I managed to peel the tape off. I grabbed the tube and yanked it out of the back of my hand, wincing as it messily slid out. The pinch I felt was nothing compared to the torture I'd endured over the last few days, though, and I barely made a sound. Blood began to run down my hand and I ignored it.
I swung my feet over the edge of the bed and began to gingerly slide off. At the sound of my paper gown and the sheets beneath me crinkling, Lorraine's eyes popped open and she raced over. With two dainty hands on my shoulders, she tried to push me back down as Detective Cassidy had done.
"Rosalie, lay back down- Did you take your IV out? Oh, my God. Dad, call a nurse."
"No!" I yelled, trying to push her away from me. "You have to believe me. I can prove that it was them!"
It was frustrating to see how easily she resisted the shove. I was weak. Angered by how helpless I felt, both by being thought a lunatic liar and also from being man handled, I ducked under Lorraine's arm and darted a few steps from her. My legs shook violently, and I grabbed on to the ledge by the window for support.
"Please, just get back in bed," she pleaded, holding a hand out to me.
"No, not until you believe me," I said through gritted teeth.
In the next moment a number of people barged into the small room. The pack was lead by my Dad, followed by Cassidy, Arouet, one of the tsk-ing nurses, and then an elder man with rimless glasses perched on the tip of his long, speckled nose. They fanned out in a sort of semi circle, making me feel like a caged animal.
"What's wrong, dear?" the man asked, his blue eyes soft as he watched me. "Why don't you come and sit down and have a chat with me?"
"Who the hell are you?" I spat, incensed at how they were treating me.
"I'm the hospital psychiatrist, Doctor Rhodes-"
"I'm not fucking crazy!"
He nodded, "I never said you were, but why not talk with me?"
The next thing I knew, I was being guided to the bed again. The nurse stuck the IV in my other hand and put a bandaid on my bleeding vein. Dad, Lorraine, and the detectives were instruced to leave the room. It was just I and Doctor Rhodes. He sat in a chair next to the bed, prompting me with questions that needed long answers.
I told him everything from the moment I got there to the moment I left. I told him about Miranda, and getting tortured, and even Harry's evil trick. Every last detail of my horrific time held captive was shared with him, as it was the only way to get him to see that I wasn't lying.
The retelling was horrific and it hurt almost as much as living through the actual events had been, but it had to be done.
"I see," Doctor Rhodes said once I finished telling him about how the woman, Lindsey, had picked me up.
"But nobody believes me," I said, swiping at my wet cheeks. "I'm telling the truth, I swear. Why would I lie about something so serious?"
"You can see how it would be hard to believe, don't you? They're very famous."
"That's why they've been able to get away with it for so long!"
"I see," he repeated. "Thank you for your time, Rosalie. I'll be back in a moment."
Doctor Rhodes got up and left the room. I heard him call the detectives and my Dad over, and then he closed the door behind him. I sunk into the bed with relief. He was going to set them straight and tell them that it really was One Direction that had kidnapped me.
It was so quiet in my room that you could hear a pin drop. The only noise that I could hear was the murmuring of voices carrying in from the crack under the door. Curious as to what what being said, my ears perked up and I listened closely, only catching fragments of the conversation.
"...deluded...concocted very intricate story...possibly self-inflicted...threat..."
My eyes nearly bulged out of my head at what I was hearing. Sitting up, my back rigidly straight, I climbed off of the bed and moved towards the door quietly, pulling the IV stand behind me rather than ripping it out of my hand again.
"Are you sure about this?" my fathers shocked voice asked,
"Do you think we should even follow the leads that she's given us?"
"No," Doctor Rhodes said. "I think it's all a made up story. Has anything traumatic happened in Rosalie's life lately? This extreme level of desperation for attention is dangerous and very unhealthy. If I'm correct and her injuries are indeed self-inflicted then she's had a serious mental break and needs hospitalization. She's a threat to herself and those around her as well.."
"No, nothing," Dad swore, then he cursed quietly. "You don't think she was kidnapped at all, Doctor?"
"Unfortunately, no. What scares me most is that she's deluded herself into thinking that she was. She said that there was a cabin in the woods just off of the highway that she was kept in, but as far as I know that it's all undeveloped land out that way."
"What about the Bennett girl? She said that she was there with her. How else would have Rose known about her?" Dad asked, sounding like he was grasping at straws.
"Miranda's face was all over the news in the days leading up to Rosalies disappearance, but her last name was never mentioned. I believe that Rosalie saw one or a few of these broadcasts and pulled Miranda into her fantasy, whether intentionally or not."
"Oh, my God."
"I'm sorry, sir, but we need to hospitalize your daughter immediately in order to keep her safe from herself.."
My hand flew to my mouth, trapping in a blood-curdling scream that was bubbling in my throat.