I wake up in the emergency room. Ben and Leslie explain to me what happened. The doctor told me I was drugged with GHB. He informs me it will be out of my system in twelve more hours. He also told me I was not sexually assaulted, thank God. The police came in and questioned me and talked to me about Jerry, who confessed to everything. It’s kind of hard not to when you are caught in the act of attempted rape. I’m still too sleepy and numb feeling to process everything. I need to go back to sleep and sleep for a week.
“You need to stay awake, honey, Jack’s on the phone. He’s stuck at the airport, and he needs to hear your voice, honey,” Leslie whispers by my head.
I open my eyes and hold my hand out to hold the phone. “Jack,” I croak.
“Sweetheart, I’m trying to get home to you, are you okay? Thank God, you are okay. Christ, sweetheart, I’m going to kill that motherfucker.”
“Hey, stop please, I’m fine, you don’t need to come home early. Nothing bad happened, Leslie saved me, we are all okay now.” I don’t feel right saying those words out loud, none of them. I feel sick to my stomach with how weak I sound and how tired my body feels.
“NOTHING BAD HAPPENED! I’m on my way home. Leslie and Ben are going to take you out to the house, and I’ll be there as soon as I can on a Goddamn plane.” He hangs up on me.
I don’t know if it’s the drugs coming out of my system, but I feel depressed and lonely. I can’t hold my tears any longer. I hand Leslie her phone and curl myself up into a ball and cry. I miss Mama, Jenny, and Laura so much right now it might physically kill me.