The cab door behind me slams shut, as I cross the road. However, before I can enter the building before me, a big hand grabs my elbow.

"What are you doing here?"

Turning around, I come face to face with Dean again.

"The question here is, what are you doing here?"

"I've followed you from the hotel."

"Oh!" I exclaim. "So you saw the show? How someone is going to jail for something you and that other bitch are plotting about? Something that didn't even happen?"

"If you accept me back, I'll make her drop the charges," he smirks.

"So you were the one making her accuse Dylan? Good!" Jerking my arm away from his hand, I continue, "That tells me there's a way out of this. And I'll find it out. Just you wait!"

"Luna!"

"No fucking Luna for you," I snap. "Do not even dare speaking to me!"

Thank God there are other people here so he doesn't even try to manhandle me.

"Stay the fuck away from me, or I'll kill you with my bare hands." I seethe.

A couple of people stop, looking over at us but I am not even bothered by the little show we're making.

"You've fucked up my life, even my mother's. I will not stand by and see you fuck up someone else's. And surely not the man I love!"

I turn my back on him and thankfully, this time around he doesn't follow me back or call for me. The glass doors open, taking me into a big plain white room. On the far right side, there's a reception and I head there.

"Hello, I am here to visit Abbigail Turner," I tell the woman.

She has to have answers. This is probably some bullshit. If I put some sense into that hollow blonde head, she'll drop the charges.

"What's your name dear?" The woman at the reception asks me.

"Luna Abblesboom."

"And what is your relation to the patient?"

"I'm her friend," I lie - badly.<

The woman looks up from the computer screen with a frown on her face and pity on her eyes, "I am sorry dear, you're not family."

I am not. I even had to stalk Dylan's scarce social media and older posts to find her and her surname. After calling three different hospitals, I finally found the one she's in.

"I know, but she's not from here and I am her only friend. Let me just give her a little bit of comfort while her parents don't arrive."

Shit, that was a long shot. If her parents are here already, she'll see right through me.

"They have been here already," she tuts, looking at the file.

I deflate. There's no way she'll let me in now.

"Oh?" She tilts her head, while still reading. "They've already left! Half an hour visit after what she went through? Poor girl!"

Oh, good! This is my chance!

I give her my best puppy eyes and pout my lips at her. She looks at me intently for a few seconds and I bat my eyelashes, in hopes for a better result. The woman looks around her with her lips set into a thin and straight line, thinking about what to decide. That must mean, her parents haven't arrived yet. Good.

"Alright, but if anyone asks you say you sneaked in otherwise I'll deny everything and you'll be charged with trespassing."

I smile brightly at her, it's not that I am happy to get to see her, but I am happy she's letting me in.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! We'll be so grateful to you!"

The woman tells me where Abby's room is and afterwards, I cross the waiting room, towards the elevators. It happens to be opening doors just when I reach it so, I enter and press the fifth floor.

The lift pings and the doors open before me, showing a rather calm aisle. It's a big contrast from the constant rush at the reception. The signs right in front, let me know her bedroom is to the left-hand side.

I try to walk calmly, to not bring attention. Sometimes, if you ooze the confidence that you belong there, people won't even question you and that's what I try to aim for.

When her bedroom door shows in front of me, I stop for a second.

The feelings and emotions are strongly coursing through my veins. I want to rip her apart just for putting Dylan through this.

My sweet sweet Dylan. He could never.

The guy who kept helping me out when Dean would suffocate me about my mother's debts. The guy who - even if he had some suspicion - fed me when I had no money to eat. The one who insisted on being there for me and being my friend when no one else cared.

He knew how bummed I was when my mother destroyed that dress. He brought my dad back into my life. Dylan looked at me like I was disappearing at any moment, he made love to me like I was the only woman in the world.

Dylan is kind and pure.

A man like that doesn't rape women.

Finally opening the door before me, I burst into the room.

"How fucking could yo-" I halt my steps when I take in the sight of her.

One extremely swollen and almost closed eye and a busted lip are the first things I notice. Lower, on her neck, there are dark red bruises that surely will turn blue. Her face is wiped clean though and her matted hair is in a tight ponytail while her body is covered in a hospital gown and the bed covers.

She was attacked. She's not completely lying about what happened.

Surely, she's lying about who did it. She has to.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she hisses.

"How could you?" It's the only thing that comes out of my mouth after being stunned to silence for a while.

For a moment there, I was stunned by her appearance and what was done to her. For a second there, I felt sorry that this happened to her - and deep down I still am -, but the reminder that he isn't doing much better overrides it. By far.

"How could I? How could he?!"

"You can't seriously believe Dylan did it. You know it wasn't him!"

Abby's eyes blur right before she looks down at her hands, picking at her nails. I wait for a second, expectant for an answer but when after a while nothing comes out, I stalk towards her. It's only when her body tenses and flinches that I am reminded. She was attacked - and probably raped.

"Look, I know you hate me but do you really want Dylan in prison for God knows how long?"

"Leave," she asks with a shaky voice.

"Look at me," I beg. "You know that sweet soul as well as I do, maybe even better and we both know he wouldn't even touch a hair on your head without your fucking consent. Tell me the truth please, I am willing to help you out if it gets him out of trouble. I promise."

For the third time today, Abby looks away, confirming what I already know.

"Was it Dean?" I press.

And just with one word, I have touched the match in the powder barrel.

The girl in front of me, who used to carry herself with arrogance and self-righteousness breaks down in front of me, in full and loud sobs and trembling body. Her hands cover her face and she bends forward into her lap, crying even harder.

Fuck.

I can't know what she's possibly going through either, and I am not the best person to comfort her even. I wouldn't be able to.

I feel for her, for going through a situation like this one must be horrific but my heart beats for Dylan. And if there is one thing I know I got right in my personality, it's loyalty.

She may be hurting but nothing justifies getting an innocent person arrested for a crime they didn't commit.

"Abby," I try in a soft tone - the best one I can manage. "There is still a way you can get out of this. Help me understand what happened, I can try and help you both. I may not like you but no woman deserves to go through stuff like this alone. Maybe I coul-"

"THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO!" She yells. "YOU WOULD ONLY MAKE IT WORSE."

"Wow, calm down I am just tryin-"

"NO," she yells again. "You've ruined my life. If it weren't for you showing up in his life, non of this would have happened. We'd still be together and nothing would have happened!"

"What happened, then? Tell me, so I can hel-"

"Can't you get it?! "It has happened. Your boyfriend is a monster who raped me and I am trapped. I will forever be the poor broken girl no matter what I do. No matter what path I choose to take. This is it!" She's panting by the time she stops talking. "Now leave," she heaves through her frantic breath. "Leave me the fuck alone!"

Standing up, I leave her to her demons. She was fucked up before, she is even more now. There is nothing I can do to help her out.

I just need to find something that could help him.

Dragging my ass to the only place I can find some solace right now. My dad's house. A cab gets me home in thirty minutes, and on the way there I get lost in my thoughts on how to make sense of her words.

Dylan's no monster. Dylan's no rapist.

As soon as I step on the porch, the door swings open and my dad steps out with a worried expression.

Fuck, does he know already?

"You were supposed to be home three hours ago Luna, what the hell happened?"

Oh?

I had never been warned for being late when getting back home. Still, I am thanking whoever is up there, this way I can explain everything to him calmly. Will he be able to help me?

"Where's Dylan? Didn't he bring you like he was supposed to? I thought you guys were coming for lunch today?"

Dylan.

My eyes blur and start to burn as I try - and fail - to contain the damn that is about to break. I've kept it together when in the hospital but for some reason, I am not being able to at this exact moment.

A mix from a sob and a choking sound find their way out of my throat and I lunge towards my dad's torso, holding him in a tight hug just as the dam breaks.

"Do I need to kick his ass?" He asks against my hair and it only makes me cry harder. 

He's worried at the wrong person. I am the one who should be receiving her ass on a silver platter. Properly beaten.

He seems to understand the extent of my distress and ushers me inside, to the living room. A place where we've been gradually spending more and more time together, getting to know each other.

It is also the place where I tell him, through ugly tears, what has happened in the last fifteen hours. How what was supposed to be the perfect night, turned out to be an infernal one. 

"I don't know what to do next," I admit.

"I know how to help."

My eyes perk up at his soft ones the moment he speaks those words, "You know?"

"We'll have to be patient the next few days, or even weeks, but I know what to do next."  

⛓ A u t h o r ' s N o t e ⛓

Don't kick my ass. I repeat. No kicking asses here. 

However, hope you enjoyed. <3