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I walk over to her mini fridge and pull out a bottle of water I find inside. I crack it open and bring it over to her.
She takes it from me and quickly brings it to her lips, then starts to guzzle it down.
Seven scolds, “Slow down, Rory. You don’t want to get sick.” He takes hold of the bottle and lowers it.
For a moment she merely sits there, and then her face pales. “Too late.” She gets up and finds the nearest garbage can, drops to her knees, and heaves up all the water she just downed.
I rush to her side and immediately grab her hair.
“That’s it. Get it out of your system.” I rub her back as she continues to dry heave.
Once she’s done, she sits up and Seven hands her a towel to wipe her mouth with. For a couple minutes she just sits there, no doubt trying to decide if she is done with the vomiting.
As she slowly tries to stand, I jump up and help her back over to the bed. Seven takes the puke can out of the room to get rid of the bag inside of it.
“Rory, do you want to go get checked out by a hospital? I think it would be wise to do. You are pretty bruised up.”
She looks at me and shakes her head. “No.” She purses her lips as she goes back to staring at the floor.
“Rory, I really think you should. Do you even know what happened? Do you know who did this to you?” I ask, my voice soft and my hand still on her lower back.
She shakes her head slowly. “I-I don’t know what happened.”
“Do you remember anything?”
She stares at me for a moment before frowning. Her mouth slightly parts. “I-I remember getting to the drive in.”
“Who were you with?” I ask as Seven comes back in with a cleaned out garbage can.
Rory clears her throat. “Damien.”
“And who is that?” I ask.
She hesitates for a moment. “A guy I went on a date with.”
Something stirs inside of me at that answer. A jealously. A hatred that she went out with another guy. But I quickly push it down and ignore the red I see.
Right now, I just need to make sure she’s okay.
“How did you meet him?” I ask slowly, trying not to let my rage take over my vocal cords.
“H-He’s in my s-studio.”
“Okay, did he do this to you?” Seven asks as he takes a seat on her roommate’s bed.
She sits, still staring at the floor. We patiently wait for her to say something. Seconds feel like hours, and I can feel myself wanting to shred every inch of skin off Damien.
Her lips part slowly, and she lets out a breath. “No. I-I don’t think it was.”
“You don’t think?” Seven questions.
She shakes her head.
“Did something happen with Damien at the drive-in?” I press, narrowing my eyes.
She curls her fists into her lap and closes her eyes. “Y-Yes.” Rory visibly swallows.
I look up at Seven, and I see his lips thin into a line. Turning back toward her, I try to get more out of her. “Rory, I need you to tell me what happened.”