Chapter Two

Luna’s POV

It’s been seven weeks since I finally plucked up the courage to leave, seven weeks after the horrifying attack I faced at the hands of that monster. I can’t even bring myself to say his name, everything about him makes my skin crawl.

Seven weeks ago I was subjected to the most brutal attack which left me traumatised, waking up every night due to constant nightmares and reminders of what I had faced that night, yet somehow that same night I saw the light. After the monster finished with me, he went straight to bed and slept like a baby as if nothing had happened. While he slept I forced myself up, grabbed my car keys and left with no hesitation. Of course I was a mess, my face was bruised and swollen, I was covered in blood and the most intimate part of me had been completely violated which left me struggling to walk while causing me pain.

Unfortunately due to me moving over 200 miles from home when I got my nursing degree, I don’t have many people I can turn to for help. All except one person, Carrie.

I met Carrie when I booked in to get a manicure at the local beauticians. It was Carrie’s own business and after a few visits there we became friends. Carrie knew I was alone in the city and decided to meet up with me one day and show me around properly. She has the most beautiful personality, never judging anyone and she can make a boring conversation seem extremely interesting. I guess that makes her perfect in her line of work, we have been the best of friends since.

I slowly drove up the drive to Carrie’s home, she lived in a detached two bedroom house. Carrie had no children not even a partner but did often have her niece and nephew over. I didn’t get out of the car, instead I decided to text Carrie

'hey sorry to txt so late, are you awake?'

I didn’t wait long when my phone pinged

'I am now, what’s up?' she replied.

'I’m outside, can I come in?'

Within a minute Carrie was at the door staring with a confused look on her face, I didn’t want to step out of the car and let her see me like this but I didn’t know what else to do or where else to go so I slowly got out of the car. I walked towards Carrie, thankfully she didn’t have her security light on so it was pretty dark.

“Luna, what’s wrong? Why are you here so late?” she held concern in her voice and I knew this wasn’t going to be easy.

“Can we please just go inside and I’ll tell you” I said.

Carrie walked in first, I walked in behind her and turned my back to close the door, I froze. I didn’t have the courage to turn around and face her, I didn’t want her to see me like this.

“Luna, What’s wrong?”

I turned to face her and that’s when I see all the colour drain from her face, I couldn’t hold it in any more. My knees gave way as I fell to the floor, my eyes flooded with tears and my cry became hysterical.

Carrie fell to the floor and pulled me in to her, she didn’t even say anything it was like she already knew. Maybe it was because I told her how Ethan had been with me over the past few weeks, she even threatened to go round and have it out with him but I convinced her not to. We sat in silence on the floor of the hallway for about five minutes until Carrie spoke

“did he do this?” I nodded.

“you need to report him Luna, look what he has done to you, he can’t get away with this”

I shook my head, I didn’t want to face all the questions, I didn’t want to have to go through the whole process of having someone take photographs of my injuries and even worse examine my intimate areas, I just couldn’t face it.

“Luna, if you don’t report him for this then I will” Carrie spoke.

My eyes shot up to meet with hers, I could see the rage burning in her eyes.

“I can’t” I spoke”

“Why not? What if he does this again?”

Those words were enough to make my heart race, I can’t go through this again, I just can’t, what if next time he kills me I thought.

“Ok” I said quietly, I was about to suggest that we call the police tomorrow so I can prepare myself for the whole thing but before I could speak Carrie had her phone to her ear “police please”  

A policeman and policewoman were talking to me in the living room, Carrie walked in with cups of tea for us all then took a seat beside me

“We will need you to have a full examination, I understand this may be extremely traumatising for you however due to the significance of your injuries and your allegation of rape, we will need to ensure you have no internal injuries and also we will need to collect evidence” said the policewoman.

I could feel Carrie’s eyes burning a hole in the side of my head, I turned to her.

"Rape?” she questioned. I hadn’t told her about that part.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

“I’m sorry” I replied, Carrie pulled me in for a hug and once again the tears began to flow.

Carrie came with me for the examination, I asked for her to stay with me the whole time although I knew she would never leave me anyway. Let’s get this over with I thought to myself.

By six in the morning we were finally back at Carrie’s house, she got me some fresh clothes and a towel so I could get cleaned up, I spent at least an hour in the shower trying to wash every bit of that monster off of me. I only stepped out because I heard Carrie shouting.

I couldn’t make out who she was shouting at or why, I quickly got dressed in the leggings and long oversized t-shirt Carrie gave me, I stepped out of the bathroom and walked to the top of the stairs when I heard it.

“Just fucking get her Carrie, I know she’s here”

“You know nothing you evil twisted assehole” Carrie shouted.

“I just want to talk to her” he said.

“Is that before or after you knock fuck out of her then rape her” Carrie spat.

My body was frozen on the spot, Carrie continued,

“She’s already spoken to the police, they’re out looking for you, that’s probably why you fucked off before they could find you, because you knew they would be coming and you wouldn’t get away with it this time”.

For a minute everything was quiet, then I heard the engine of a car start-up and it drove off.

Carrie walked upstairs and noticed me stood frozen on the spot.

“It’s ok, I’m never letting him get his hands on you ever again”.