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Short Series: Episode 7 (Finale)
May was crying the entire ride to the hospital and I comforted her the best I could. The entire morning, I slept in the waiting room while they examined her. The nurse insisted that May would be okay through this and would be in good hands with the physician. In the examination room, there was a female physician as well as a nurse to attend her needs. A police officer introduced themselves as detective Alara Benning and carefully proceeded to ask me questions about the incident. Detective Benning, tall and dark skinned, reminded me of one of my sisters. She also wore her kinky hair in a bun and looked at me with red framed, sleek glasses as she questioned me. Something told me, that I could trust her. Was it my gut instinct, I am uncertain?
“I know that this is a sad and distressing time,” Detective Benning started, “but, we need to have as much detail as we can to solve this…crime.” She glanced at me, then looked down at the pad and pen in her hands. Before she began to speak again, she sighed. “Can you tell me, what happened to your friend?” At that moment that she asked me that question, so many thoughts raced through my mind. I was thumbing through them, not certain which one to express to her first. “Well…” I started, “May went to an off-campus party with a friend and when I came back to our dorm room, she was…” I raised my eyes to look into the detective’s eyes. I began again, “something just wasn’t right with how she looked, her mascara smeared she was in and out and bawling on the bed.” I shook my head before I began again. “She was a wreck and if you knew May the way I know May, she’s usually a sunny Sunday with Unicorns and flower petals. A real sweetheart. Innocent.” Maybe even naïve. I told the detective everything we experienced up until we came here to the hospital. Detective Benning nodded a lot, shook her head some and even paused to ponder throughout the entire discussion. Finally, she gave her last nod and said, “Okay, I have enough information to file in my report. I do hope that May is well taken care of during this devastating process and that the culprit…” she paused, then started, “that the suspect is found and charged. Later, I will discuss with May what happened. We will get to the bottom of this. Thank you so much for your time and the information you shared.” She shook my hand and left the waiting area. It was sad of course, all of it. I am stressed out about the situation and I cannot imagine what May is experiencing.
May was released from the hospital the same day of the examination. She asked me to call her mother and tell her that May is safe right now, but she will need her mother to come and pick her up from school. Her mother was shocked when I told her this expressed her shock and unbelieving over the phone. “She actually wants me to come get her? May told me that she wanted her independence that she can do it all alone, without me.” I then said to May’s mother, “I think it’s best you get here right away, she needs you…now.” That was the end of that conversation.
Immediately after May left, a few students talked to the police about the incident, the rape that occurred at the party. No one really knew it was happening, but it did. Later that week, the details were revealed that May was lured into the green house in the back yard of the party house. She had already had too much to drink and it was unclear, at the time, if other drugs were given to her without her knowledge. When I heard this, I was very very upset. They kept the name of “the suspect” with the detectives investigating the incident, but I felt he shouldn’t be protected. Why must May leave, and this person allowed to still be among friends and still go about life normally? The scenario was so unfair to me.
After a few months, May called me on the phone. We chatted online and via e-mail often throughout that time. She was safe and attended a school that was close to home, whereas, she could commute back and forth instead of staying in the dorms. I was so happy for her, though she was reluctant to stay at home, with her mom. The case of her rape was still under investigation at that time, but she kept very upbeat about the outcome. Her light within unwavering. Still living life about unicorns and rainbows…still finding the optimism through everything and every aspect of her life.