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Written by: Francoise
Chapter 7
Davy and Peter had followed the ambulance with the Monkeemobile. Mike had to stay at the pad to answer policemen's question about Rebecca.
Micky, Davy and Peter were in the waiting room. They were very worried about the young girl. The doctor met them after examining her. His diagnosis was: several bruises on the face and the body, and she wore traces of sexual assault.
- The providential arrival of your neighbor disturbed the assailant and he didn't have time to rape his victim. But she has a lot of bruises on the breasts and her underwear is torn into pieces.
Micky clenched his fists, saying:"If I ever get my hands on that little bastard!" Tears were filling his eyes and Peter put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. Davy asked:
- Can we see her?
- Only one person, please. She's awake but still very weak and vulnerable.
Micky entered the room. He went near the bed and looked at the girl he had begun to love very much.
- Hi, sweetheart.
- Oh, Micky!
She burst into tears. He took her hand in his, and smiled to her. She said:
- He won't hurt you, anymore. The police have arrested him.
- I'm soiled.
- What do you mean?
- This man... He... he ran his hands all over me. I feel so dirty!
- BECKY! You're not dirty at all. It wasn't your fault. Anyway, the doctor said your aggressor didn't have time to finish what he had begun"
Micky kissed her forehead:
- Try to get some sleep. I'll be back tomorrow.
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