Another Agent was there in the morning taking us on the rest of the journey and back to Camp McCartney.

I jumped out of the car and made for my room hoping John wouldn't follow. They all looked perplexed as I hurried from sight, all yelling for me to stop. Linda had a meal ready apparently, so we could eat and discuss the venues. I ignored them all, eventually falling in my door unhindered.

Then the cautious knocking began.

"Cat, it's me Rust"

I let him in and hugged him again so hard he had to untangle himself "Cat you need to make a decision... tell them and John or go about business as usual. I told them you were sick but Johns gonna come, you know that, right?" Rusty re-hugged me to him and kissed my hair on the top of my head, taking my fears away as much he could.

As if on cue John burst in, a huge grin on his face which dropped at the sight of me in Rustys arms. His grin was replaced with a knowing look and he left, no anger, no words, just silence.

My heart bled and spilt open with pain.

One side wanted me to run after him but the other was full of self-disgust and tainted thoughts of Rogers pinning me down on the bed, raping me. Hugging Rusty once more I got him out the front door and bolted it shut.

***

Poor Rusty is in trouble.

John took the embrace as being an affair, not a hug of a friend to console. I wasn't there to get Rusty off the hook either, feigning sickness, I stayed in my room 'til Linda sent for the doctor.

The rap on the door made me jump. I'd been left alone to get over the 'illness', with Linda depositing food in my fridge as I 'slept' for over thirty hours. Thankfully she never pushed me for the problems. Until now

"Rat I have the doctor, open the door girl"

I stood and opened the door, letting the doctor in. I shut the door in Linda's face.

"Right young lady tell me what's going on" I went over and over my 'symptoms' nausea, vomiting etc. etc. He took some blood and as he finished Rusty stormed in and slammed the door.

"Did you tell him?!?" I gave Rusty the evil eye but he wouldn't shut up "Tell the damn doctor Catlyn"

"No Raymond, I won't, the doctor was about to leave. Please stand aside"

The doctors head swug between us chasing the conversation but ready to leave. "Well I'll be off then"

"No" Rusty walked back to the door as Abe stuck his head in, Rusty nearly chopping it off when he kicked it shut. "You tell the doctor or I will" He glared at me and I sat down, chewing my nails.

"Right ok, I'll do it then" Rusty preceded to tell the doctor the entire horrid story I covered my ears and groaned at the looks I was getting. Rusty walked out only to be replaced by Abe.

"Miss Laboriel I need you to lay on the bed for a thorough exam, come now, let me help you up"

Abe just picked me up, his big frame easily carrying me to the bed. I hadn't been on the bed since I left, I didn't want to lay down on it alone. The couch was my solace at present.

Abe held my hand, his head turned far away so the doctor could poke and prod. "Have you showered Catlyn, I could possibly take a swab for the police?" He took the swab without waiting for an answer, dragging the nasty object inside me, it hurt my mind more than the actual scrapping did.

"Catlyn.... look at me dear... Catlyn, I want Abe to get you these medicines for you to take, you should see someone if you're unsettled in your thoughts though. A professional in this area of speciality, I'll leave a number."

They walked out mumbling about me and I fell asleep huddled up in a lonely ball.