An Unwelcome Visitor

Chapter 4

The next morning, I awoke to find a hand on my breast and was about to scream when I remembered where I was. I opened my eyes to see Marty’s hand resting on my breast and could feel Joanna’s soft breasts pressing into my back. When I had returned from my shower the only space left in the bed had been in the middle of the two and after hesitating only a moment, I had crawled in and fell off to sleep almost immediately.

Now I really needed to go to the toilet and tried to move Marty’s hand off me, but he moved and actually got a firmer grip. I had to bit my lip as he unknowingly pinched my nipple in his fingers. I tried to pry his hand off and after a few minutes managed to get it off me. It took a while to wiggle out without disturbing them too much and as soon as I was off the bed, Joanna rolled over in her sleep and Marty’s hand settled down on her breast instead.

I left them like that and after using the toilet, made myself a cup of coffee and took it out to the back steps. The day was a beautiful one and I felt at peace for a while, before images from last night started to come back to me. A sound behind me made me spill some coffee on my robe and I turned to see Joanna standing there.

“I though you might be out here. Are you ok?”

I thought, am I ok? ‘I don’t know, I am not really sure how I’m feeling.” She seemed to accept that and sat down beside me.

“Marty has rung those two detectives again and they’ll be here soon.” We were joined by Marty with a tray of toast and we all ate in silence, the events of the night still fresh in all our minds.

It was an hour or so later, sitting at the table again talking to the detectives that I got the feeling something was not quite right. Something Detective Ryan had done had reminded me of the man from the night before and I couldn’t get the feeling that he was one of the men out of my mind. I knew it sounded crazy, so I asked to be excused, pretending to be too upset to continue and just as I had hoped, Joanna came to find out how I was.

“Joanna am I crazy or is Detective Ryan one of the men from last night?” She just stared at me. “Think about it. He is the same height and colouring, but what got me thinking was the way he moved, kind of slow and the way he says certain words. What do you think?” I thought I could see a slight grin on her face but must have been mistaken.

“Abby, what I think is that you have been through a lot and are just finding things in common out of stress. I am sure that if you come back inside you will see things differently.”

I allowed her to led me back to sit down. I saw her glance briefly at each person in turn, almost as if she was giving each one a signal or something. They were busy questioning Marty, so I had the chance to observe everyone. I thought Detective Jones seemed rather nervous and if I wasn’t wrong, there was a faint mark around her wrist almost as if she had been tied up.

It wasn’t something I would have usually noticed but I had marks just the same after I had been tied up on the first night. Another thing I noticed was the way they all seemed to know just what to say. Neither Marty nor Joanna hesitated in their answers, unlike me yesterday.

Shaking my head to clear it, I stood up and went to get a drink from the kitchen still sure that something strange was going on. I heard footsteps behind me and was pleased to see Joanna. “Abby, are you ok? I am really getting worried about you.” I took another sip of water, trying to get a clear head.

“I’m not sure, I just keep getting a strange feeling but I suppose with all that has been happening, it is expected that things might not feel right.” I had just decided I must have been imagining things when Marty came into the room.

“Girls, Detective Ryan needs to talk Abby a bit more. Do you feel up to it love?” I couldn’t help but think that the one good thing that had come out of the events of the last few days was the way I was seeing Marty in a new light. I had always thought he was ok but he had just been so supportive and caring.

“Sure, I’ll be right in.” Taking another sip of water, I braced myself for another round of personal and embarrassing questions. I sat back down at the table, seeing Detective Ryan giving his partner a glare before he turned back to me. I still could not shake the feeling that he was involved but put it to the back of my mind as he continued his questioning.

“So, Abby, can you tell me anything more about the man who attacked you on two occasions.” I thought back to think of any new information I could give him.

“No, I don’t think so.” It seemed like he was relieved for a moment and I looked to see if Marty or Joanna had noticed it too, but they showed no sign that they had. The next few questions were fairly routine and then he got to what happened between Joanna and me.

“You say, Abby, that you were forced to make Joanna cum. Had you ever done anything like that before?” I blushed and shook my head. “So how so you think you knew what to do?” I looked down at my hands, not able to look into his face.

“I just did what Joanna was doing to me. I didn’t want to but I knew I had to.” I took another sip of water, his next question making me spit the water out all over the table.

“Abby, did you like the way it felt to have Joanna’s mouth on your pussy?” He had a strange twinkle in his eye that made me feel uneasy but before I had the chance to answer, Marty stood up.

“I think we have been very patient Detective and I really don’t think Abby should have to answer a question like that. Now if you have any other reasonable questions to ask, please do, otherwise I think it is time you left.” Feeling grateful I didn’t have to answer the question, the detectives looked at each other and stood up.

“Sorry if I have upset you. Please call if you think of anything else and make sure you lock up.” He moved to stand beside Detective Jones and I thought it was strange how once she was standing, he took her by the elbow and led her to the door.

When they had gone, I sat down and tried to work out what was going on. I suddenly realised one of the things that had been strange was that not once had Detective Ryan suggested that we see a doctor. Joanna sat down beside me and I thought I would see what she said. “Shouldn’t I go to the hospital? I mean, don’t they have to do a rape kit?”

I had expected her to agree with me, so I was taken aback when she just shook her head. “No, I mean, do you want to have to answer a whole lot of questions again and have someone poke around in your private parts.” I didn’t want that but still felt I should go and have the test.

“I don’t know, I mean what if they catch the guy and there’s no evidence?” As soon as I said it, I knew that my shower last night would have washed most if not all of the evidence off me. Marty had just walked in and sat down on a nearby armchair. “Marty, do you think I should go to the hospital?”

“Why, I mean you are not hurt are you? I heard what you said about evidence and surely you washed it all off in the shower.” He sounded different and I got that same uneasy feeling I had felt earlier.

“I don’t know, maybe we should leave it up to the hospital to decide that.” I went to stand up only to have Joanna take me into her arms.

“Love, how about you go and have a rest first before you do that. You have had an emotional morning and I think you need to take it easy for a while.” Marty took me by the arm and led me in the direction of my room. “Joanna’s right, let yourself relax and then we can drive you in this afternoon.”

I agreed, feeling the pressure to conform to their wishes as I was led into my room. It had been the first time I had been in the room since the attack and I was surprised by how the images just rushed on back. Turning to leave the room, Marty stopped my exit, holding me in his arms.

“Abby, it’s ok. If you don’t want to stay here, then just come into our room.” He didn’t even give me time to reply, leading me back to the bed I had spent the night in. “Lie down and try to relax” He sat on the bed beside me and gently stroked my hair, just like my mother used to do when I was sick. When he thought I was asleep, he quietly left the room. Not long after, I could hear hushed whispers outside and crept to the door to try to hear what they were saying.

Part of me felt ashamed at listening to what they were saying but I still couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling. I couldn’t make out all of what they were saying but I heard enough to make me think seriously about what was going on. Suddenly the whispers stopped and I hurried back to the bed. I had just put my head back down on the pillow when the door opened .

I tried to slow down my breathing and to stay still until I heard the door close softly. In my head I thought about what I had heard, about how Marty had been talking about not letting me go to the hospital, even though they would not be likely to find anything. But that was not what had really shaken me up, it was her response. Joanna had called him Sir!

What was going on? Was the Detective in on it and worst still were Marty and Joanna part of what was going on too? I spent the next hour or so trying to get things sorted in my head but just ended up going around in circles. By the end I tried to convince myself that there could be any number of reasons why Marty didn’t want me to go the hospital and that maybe I had misheard Joanna.

When the door again opened slowly, I tried to pretend to sleep again but the smell of food made my stomach rumble. “Abby, you awake?” It was Joanna and without meaning to, I opened my eyes a fraction as she put the plate down on the table. “Abby, I have some lunch for you. Come on, I know you are awake.”

I opened my eyes up then and slowly sat up, all the time wondering if she really did know something about what was going on. “Here love, I made this especially for you.” It was one of her fantastic stir-fries and I couldn’t help but try some. We sat in silence while I ate, my head trying to connect the events of the last few days with this kind, caring woman. I thought I would test my theory and ask her about visiting the hospital. “Joanna, what time do you think we can go into the hospital?”

She made herself busy with the plate and couldn’t seem to look at me. “Not sure yet, I think Marty has something he needs to do first.” She left the room in a hurry and I was just about to follow her, when Marty entered the room.

“How are you feeling now Abby? Hope you are feeling a bit better?” I felt the uneasiness returning as he shut the door but I tried not to let him see it. I didn’t want him to think I didn’t trust him, even though I was starting to feel that way.

“Much better, thanks Marty. I was just asking about what time we could go into the hospital. Abby said you had something to do first?” He hesitated only a moment before nodding.

“Yes, I have to go out and see someone for work and then I can take you when I come back. It is an emergency or I would have told them to wait.” I don’t know why but I kept pushing.

“Oh, couldn’t you take me to the hospital on the way?” He gave me a curious look and I wondered if he knew I suspected something was not right.

“ Abby are you sure you really need to go there. As I said before, you seem ok and they’re not going to find any evidence. Why put yourself through that?” He sounded so concerned, I started to doubt his involvement. Maybe the only reason he didn’t want me to go was because he was worried about me.

I didn’t get a chance to answer as the phone rang and Joanna came in to say it was for Marty. I walked out into the lounge and sat down, feeling like I was in some kind of a daze. I didn’t want to think that my friends were involved in what was happening. I made up my mind to give them the benefit of the doubt and trust them. Joanna came and sat down beside me, her eyes full of concern.

“Honey, are you upset about Marty not driving you to the hospital right away? You know he only has your best interest in mind.” Nodding, I went to stand up, my head suddenly feeling dizzy. Joanna caught me and helped me to sit down.

“Hey, are you ok? Maybe you got up too quickly.” I couldn’t keep my eyes open and laid my head back on the couch. I was vaguely aware of being picked up and then everything went dark.