165 Why I Became A Contractor: Part 3

As if those two weren't drunk enough, a smart girl decided to give them another bottle. This time, it was a bottle of wine. Of course, those two were at the phase where they would accept any alcohol.

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Long story short, it was never processed. The complaint was removed as if it never happened. The headmaster dodged the responsibility of being asked about the complaint. The evidence had gone since they broke my phone. I couldn't do anything.

I did what any normal person would do back then, just continue my school life as an ordinary person. However, rumors were spreading. There was a rumor that I was the one having an affair with that teacher. That was simply untrue, I didn't even like that disgusting pedophile at all.

It turned out that the girl whom I reported messed around with the complaint paper. She exchanged the name of the reporter with the name of the perpetrator. The headmaster couldn't do anything I betted, that person would also want to preserve his reputation. He might also have the hearts to make sure that the report didn't go to the committee. Maybe there was still some kindness in that corrupt government employee, but I didn't think too much about it.

That rumor became another public secret among the students. Neither I could do anything to spread it nor I could stop it from happening. It was simply out of my control.

Back to Friday afternoon, there was a van waiting in front of the school. A very black van. I felt uncomfortable around that van as I waited for the bus. As a result, I walked away slowly from that van.

That van that was waiting had begun to move slowly, almost matching my pace. Slowly, the van got too close to me. It was a quiet road without any camera, the situation wasn't good for me. Suddenly, the van door opened and I got snatched inside of that van

I screamed, but one of them covered my mouth with a dirty rag. There were more than six different people inside of the van. Five of them were male and one of them was female.

The driver was smoking a cigarette. "What should we do with her first, boss?" He asked the others.

"You know, what do you want girl?" He poked my back rudely. His face was full of scars and there was a large ring inside of his mouth and nose. He was scary, he was a local gangster.

"Mmmhhh, mmmmghhh." I struggled, but one of them had tied me down to a chair.

"Boss, it looks like this girl wants to have some fun," The driver said.

"Great, there's a dark hidden empty lot near here. No one will suspect anything if we do something to her there," he said.

The van took us through the roads of the old town. They were heading to the east direction of that old town. They were most likely to be heading for the outskirts of the town. They were basically heading to our residential area.

"C'mon, Andrew, just get to the point." One of them started undressing me. I screamed as loud as I could, but that damned rag made me muffled.

"Stop screaming bitch!" One of them slapped me and punched me in the guts. As they undressed me, they beat me up until I went unconscious. I was barely conscious during that kidnapping. I clearly could feel something coming in and out.

Yes, I was raped on that day. Those bloody kidnappers raped me without any mercy, all of these five used me as their toy. Could you even imagine Patrick? five of them were using me. Not stopping there, it took them hours until they finished.

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"I see.' Patrick gulped his glass of wine as he sat down on the upper deck of the main base.

"Could you even imagine how I felt?" Lynn started crying. Patrick could not do anything to calm her down. It was a natural reaction when you remembered what made you became traumatized. Patrick just tried to calm her down.

"I was involved in this story after that wasn't I?" Patrick asked.

"Yeah. You were involved," Lynn said.

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There I was, laying down in the ground on an empty road located very far away from the residential area. My clothes were torn apart and blood was coming out from my belly. I didn't have any phone neither I could scream or shout.

It wasn't only a rape, they were murdering me. The hot liquid was coming out of my belly. My hands were slashed multiple times. I felt so weak, the pain in my crotch would not even go away.

Then there was a person, walking with a plastic bag in his right hand. He could have gone shopping that evening. He knew me and I knew him.

"Patrick..." I tried calling him.

The boy looked around. He nodded left and right. He was looking for the source of the voice that was calling him. He eventually found me in the ground with a pool of blood.

"Oh my God, Lynn!!!" Patrick ran to my direction as he called an ambulance and police.

"Patrick!" I muttered. He called the ambulance and the police just a minute before I went unconscious. The last thing I remembered was you trying to close my wound with your clothes. I thought I was going to die at that moment, but God said otherwise apparently. I didn't remember much about the ride to the hospital, but I remembered his voice when he accompanied me.

Three weeks later, I woke up in a room. There was a great headache once I woke up. There was also this sharp pain on my belly. I was in a coma. The smell of disinfectant was very strong. The first thing I saw was the fan on the ceiling of that hospital.

The second thing I saw was Patrick sitting down on the chair right next to me. Patrick was looking at the window, but he definitely realized that I had woken up. The first thing he said was, "You aren't pregnant."

That message alone sent a sense of security for me. I felt another headache on my head and I laid down again on the bed. "Take it slow," Patrick said as he pressed the button that called the nurse.

A nurse opened the door immediately to check me up. She tried to calm me down, but it was unnecessary. I was too panicked to be calmed down and too confused to even know what was going on.

"Where is it? What happened? Who brought me here? Where are my parents? What the hell is going on?" I asked the nurse.

"Calm down Lynn, the nurse will explain it for you," Patrick said.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down. Taking a breath was painful, it felt as if needles were punching my chest. There were stickers on my belly. There were stitches all over my body.

"Calm down, please." The nurse looked at Lynn's heart rate which kept increasing and increasing.

"Ok, I'll try to calm myself down," I said to myself. Everything seemed to be very surreal for me, there wasn't anyone in that room besides the nurse or Patrick. There wasn't anyone that I expected like my parents and my relatives. I didn't know why they wouldn't want to visit me.

"Lynn, please take a deep breath. You need to calm down first. You haven't heard the worst." Patrick looked at me.

The worst? So apparently, laying down in the bed wasn't the worst thing that I had at that moment. I wondered what could be worse than laying down in the bed because of a murder attempt. I needed to know what happened. It looked like neither the nurse nor Patrick wanted to explain what was going on before I calmed myself down.

"How am I suppose to calm myself down?" I shouted as I cried.

"Ma'am, what should we do?" Patrick asked the nurse.

The nurse got out of the room. She left Patrick and Lynn alone in that room. The room became quiet again. The only thing filling the room was the sobbing noise came from Lynn.

"Hey, it's ok," Patrick said.

"How is it ok?" I shouted to Patrick.

I just cried harder and harder. I was hopeless. Nobody even cared for what had happened to me. There wasn't anyone visiting me besides this person. I was scared. A raped person was very looked down. My reputation must have dropped down significantly. There would be nobody believes in me since I was a dirty girl.

"Relax Lynn, you were only raped and almost murdered." Patrick tried to downgrade the situation but failed miserably as I slapped him with my right hand.

"ONLY?" I slapped him. "How is this supposed to be ok?"

I felt sleepy again and I went unconscious. The nurse was standing right on my left, she was injecting something to my IV bag.

"Good night Lynn." Patrick stood up from his chair and left me who was unconscious.