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But no.
The press thinks I was drunk and high and asked for...for that? Asked to be tied up and gang-raped by three fraternity brothers, old friends of Drew’s who I had—until that moment—trusted with my life?
Instead, they stole my virginity.
My innocence.
My sense of trust.
Worst of all, my first love stole my soul from me.
And now he’s...defending me?
Nothing makes sense. Everything is upside down. When I went through my debriefing on the island, Stacia told me I could call their therapeutic hotline any time I needed support. I know that’s a trick, though. If I make that call, Daddy’ll put me back there in a hot minute.
I have no one to talk to. No one to turn to. My group of friends—Mandy, Jenna and Tara—were my besties. The four of us went everywhere, from the day we entered the pre-school we all went to, all the way through prep school. That night, four years ago, we’d all been home from college and partying like high school.
Did I drink? Sure. A few. Drew brought them to me.
Did I do drugs? No. Never.
Was I drunk? I didn’t think so. I’ve run through the night a thousand times in my mind, and I remember three drinks over the course of three hours. Stacia tells me the mind reinvents whatever it needs to change to fit a person’s inner desires. We want to believe that bad things can’t happen to us, so we reshape memories sometimes.
She never outright said that’s what I did. And I know I didn’t.
I’ve always thought that last drink must have been drugged. Spiked. Because after I finished it, the room turned to blurred cotton. Drew’s face had just disappeared, like layer after layer of lace had been overlayed until he just wasn’t there any more.
Until he stopped existing.
Until he turned into nothing.
Nothing at all.
Something way too close to tears tickles the edges of my eyes.
I start humming a Katy Perry song. One saving grace on the island: I was allowed to listen to almost any music I wanted. Songs about rape and abuse were carefully selected out of my playlist. Otherwise, I had free reign. The humming cuts through the blizzard in my mind.
The sound of my own voice in my throat feels like a weapon. It’s mine. Mine and only mine.
In the distance, a lawnmower starts. One of the cleaning people turns on a vacuum. And as I fade off to sleep, unable to fight my absolute, bone-weary exhaustion, I let the song die in my throat, my final conscious thought one, single word:
Drew.
Grey. Every part of the world has turned a pale, dirty grey that makes me shrink back in terror. It’s cold and still, the chill seeping into each inch of my skin. My bones feel like icicles. I look down. I’m wearing a thin, cotton dress that goes to my ankles, my wrists, and that is three sizes too big.
The cotton is grey, a scratchy, stiff fabric that fills me with an uncontrollable impulse to tear it off. I would rather be naked in public than wear this garment one more second.
A large shadow covers my head, then passes. How can there be a shadow when the whole world is grey? I look up to follow the movement of whatever created the dark splotch and see it’s a vulture. His eyes meet mine and the moon shines so bright, so suddenly, like a spotlight shoved two inches from my face, blinding me.
Then blackness. I close my eyes, disoriented and terrified. The grey turns into a fine mist that smells like rotten eggs, and as I reach up to push the hair away from my face I can’t. My wrists are bound behind me.
I open my mouth to scream.
I can’t.
My mouth is filled with my grey dress. I am naked, the whole dress being crammed down my gagging throat by the feathered wing of the vulture. It’s eyes are filled with a murderous glee, as if it is human and intelligent, as if it savors what comes next.
My breasts tingle with the cold fear of being defiled by unseen fingers, my core spasming with horror as I’m invaded, over and over, penetrated and helpless, the pain too much, too much, until I can’t take it but the scrabbling creatures in my brain won’t stop moving, can’t escape, can’t flee, and I can’t—I can’t—I can’t—
