Chase: A Devil & his Birdie: Havenwood University Book Two

Chapter 47

I’VE NEVER FELT SO stupid, vulnerable, scared, and angry in my entire life. The tidal wave of emotions, the events of the night and the retelling of this nightmare has made me so damn exhausted. My head is throbbing and my arms and legs feel sore. My face hurts from the punch Will gave me.

After several exams, more retelling, more discussions, it is determined that I’ll have some bruising and a heck of a headache but that I have no broken bones or damage.

I know I’m lucky, I was seconds away from being sexually assaulted and the mere thought that I put myself in this position by going outside to meet my brother instead of insisting that he come inside the house, has me itching to cut myself as deep as I can go.

I’m full of so much shame, guilt, anger, and anxiety, that I feel my whole body shake and my teeth clack together while my tears continue to drip down my face like a leaky faucet. The doctor says it”s my adrenaline dumping and a nurse wraps me up in another blanket.

They’re expecting Chase to make a full recovery and need him to adhere to an antibiotic schedule and weekly wound care. I promised the doc that he would be an excellent patient under my nursing.

They suspect that Davis’s drink was tampered with in an attempt to roofie him. My brother always carries a crinkled up Poland Spring bottle that he usually has tucked into his hoodie pocket or in his jeans. Sure enough, the bottle they found had substantial doses of Rohypnol.

Davis only took a few sips before passing out in the basement on a couch. I answered all their questions about the Delta party and what he was doing there. I mention Blondie and hope like hell she’s arrested too. Maybe her and Lexi can be cellmates.