That voice.

                                    

                                          


                          
"Unless you're pregnant..."
                          
I started to look away from the Doctor turning my head in shame. The ally; that night. The night the sick, twisted men kicked, punched and, raped me... I'm possibly pregnant to a rapist. I'm 16?! I looked over the toilet and looked out in front of me. I'm dying of god knows what and I'm expecting. 
                          
"Rachel, have you... Um have you happened to have had any sex.. Um sexual intercourse?"
                          
His voice was stuttering, shaky. I could hear him but I couldn't begin to make out what he was saying. It's like he was speaking; like I'm in a dream. Or a nightmare.
                          
"Rachel?"

                          
I can't look after myself let alone a baby. The question is, which one of them is the dad? As if it matters but what if I ever see them again. What if they planned to do this or in future I met him and the baby was born and needed to know their dad. I mean yeah I can tell them what happened and try to get them to understand. I mean that's if I live that long. But like, what if someone came up to my child and claimed they were the father? I can't believe that night...
                          
*Flash Back*
                          
"Stop! Get off me please!"
                          
"Someone knock her out she's making too much noise."
                          
*Flash Back Over* 
                          
I was hopeless. They just continued to grab me. Over and over and over again...
                          
*Flash Back* 
                          
Keep going!
                          
*Flash Back Over*
                          
They wouldn't stop. They kept going and going. I reached out my hand on top of the toilet seat for support as my legs were weak. My head spinning, my mind freaking out of control.
                          
*Flash Back* 

                          
"Stop. Plea..s."
                          
One hit after another a they kept coming. I was almost dying.
                          
"Stop otherwise you'll kill her!"
                          
They were still grabbing me; in places that made me cringe. 
                          
"Alright. If you want us to stop. You go at her."
                          
I could feel the blood drip from my nose as my face was bouncing from the swelling. All I could see was this shadow figure. 
                          
"What do you mean?"
                          
It was silent for a few moments.
                          
"Pull down her trousers, and have sex with her. Like the fuck do you think I mean have a fucking tea party! Bang her!"
                          
I tried to move away, considering how weak I was, I couldn't let it happen. Not until another swing came flying at me.
                          
"Stop! Okay I'll do it..."
                          
Before I was out I felt my trousers go down. I used what energy I had left to get them off until another punch knocked me out...
                          
*Flash Back Over*

                          
I tried to move out from the bathroom becoming dizzy, more and more sick with each step I took. 
                          
"Rachel I don't think you should be moving."
                          
It was like I was on drugs. I mean apart from the medication, like I was tripping. Every time I turned my head what I could see was moving in slow motion.
                          
"Stop!"
                          
For what ever reason I recognised his voice. Unless it just sound familiar. 
                          
Holding onto anything I could to get a grip of moving out to my bed. As I was making my way closer and closer, I tripped and fell. I grabbed onto the bed pulling off the sheets. The letter from my dad fell next to me...
                          
"Rachel! Someone help."
                          
I layed there helpless on the ground. Each different voice that I could even the slightest bit remember from that night, circled around my head. Like a ragged doll, there I layed on the floor. The bed sheets around my arm and over my left leg. I wanted to cry but was in so much confusion I couldn't focus on anything; even my emotions. Until I knew it i decided to close my eyes trying to block out the flashbacks of that night. 
                          
The Doctor sat next to me trying to get my attention...