Chapter 11

1987

Richie got up and made himself another cup of coffee, to make himself more awake, him and Evie had been going out for a few months now. The tour had taken a lot out of him, the only thing that kept him alive was the adrenaline of the concerts.
Anyhow he walked back over to the table, where the rest of the band were. He hummed the song Cherry Pie, and sat down, slurping his coffee. God how he missed Evie, her voice, not to mention his sex life. He grabbed a cigarette, lit it and sucked it in. Everyone was silent, you could hear a pin drop it was that quiet.


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She grabbed another shot of tequila, burning her throat. She felt like she was being watched, at that moment a raspy voice boomed
" Ya lonely pretty lady"
"Get away you creep" she retaliated
" Now I wouldn't do that if I was you" his voice was raspy and sounded like sandpaper.
She moved to the toilets; she was gonna be sick, then the voice reappeared, this time more sinister and had a demonic tone that made her shiver. He pushed her against the wall, his hands underneath her skirt, she felt helpless. His hands found her core, he shoved his disgusting fingers up her dripping pussy. "Oh all nice and wet for me, eh"
It was at that moment, she found out she was bleeding, it stained her thighs. She lifted her leg up and kicked him right where it hurt, she shoved her dress down and punched him in the face.


"Get away you creep "
She started running, faster than she had ever ran before, once she was out of the bar, she phoned Richie. No answer.
She carried on running, no matter how much it hurt, she ran back to her house.
Once she got in she started getting slower, she grabbed the phone and dialled Richie. Finally there was an answer. " Evie, why are you calling at this time" Jon answered
"Where's Richie, I need to talk to him"
"He's passed out". She started crying, whenever she closed her eyes it reminded her of the man at the bar.
"Evie, what's wrong, you can tell me"
"I've been, I've been raped"
" Oh, Evie". Jon walked over and kicked Richie to try to wake him, still no response, he was stone cold.
The blood came faster now, she was in extreme pain.
" Evie, I'll be there as fast as I can"
She hung up the phone, and took some painkillers. It hurt like hell, she was still bleeding, she shut her eyes and went to sleep.

*four hours later*

Jon opened the door, he ran in and seen Evie there, awake.
"Thank god for you" she mumbled
He walked over to her, and put his hand to her forehead.
"You've got a fever" he said, worrying.
"Where's Richie?" she mumbled
"Coming"
He grabbed a pad, and handed it to her. Then once that was done he made her icy cold water, to cool her down; she was overheated.
Then a couple of minutes later Richie came in to find his girlfriend slumped in a chair.
"Evie, are you alright?, did someone try to hurt you?"
"His, hands... those dirty horrible hands were where they shouldn't of"
"Oh darlin', lets get you cleaned up"
He lifted her up and carried her to the shower. He turned up the heat, to how  they liked it : hot. She stripped, so did Richie. They climbed into the shower, Evie leant against Richie for support. He slowly caressed  her body with his strong hands, the soap was heaven as well as his gentle hands. They slid down to her thighs, blood stricken thighs.


"Evie, how could anyone do this, to anyone especially you"
"This guy messed with the wrong bloke"
Anyhow he continued washing her, he washed her hair and body. Her body was in pain, but she wouldn't tell Richie. Every once in a while during that shower he could tell she was in pain, no matter how much she tried to hide it. Once they were finished they both put towels around themselves, and she was carried to the living room.
Jon was sat on the sofa watching a romantic comedy on the television. He put Evie down on the sofa and sat down beside her, her head resting on his thigh, his hand gently massaging her head. She was having a night mare, about earlier that night, the man, dirty hands. She shivered and nuzzled next to Richie. She was in a cold sweat, but once she felt that strong, muscular hand wrap around her, she felt safe.


Richie sighed, his beautiful girlfriend had been touched by another man, forcefully to cause that amount of bleeding. He hated to admit it, but she'd been raped. There was only one way to fix this - take her with them, she'd be safe. He lay her down and walked over to Jon.
"Jon" his bandmate turned around, "I think we need to take her on tour, I don't want this to happen again".
" I agree with you on that one" Jon replied
"We need to protect her as best as we can"