Therapy and Eadberth ||@Anyone
Naomi walked out the door to see Eadberth standing there. "I will be escorting you to your therapy." Naomi rolled her eyes as she followed him to her therapist’s room. Before he opened the door, he whispered, "You betta be on your best behavior." Naomi opened the door to see her therapist. "Ah, Miss Campbell, please have a seat." Naomi slowly sat down, waiting for her therapist to talk. "So I heard you’ve been fighting recently with a Miss Fitzgerald?" Naomi looked at her surprised, “No, that’s not what happened. It was Eadberth! He did all of this to me!” She lifted her sleeves and pointed at her sling. "Miss Campbell, we’ve spoken with Mr. Eadberth and he told us he came in for a room check and found the two of you fighting with drugs in your-" Naomi cut her off. ”No. No! He’s lying! He did this to me, and Franky! She has the same marks!” "Miss Campbell, please. We looked over you medical report and saw there were many drugs in your system." Naomi couldn’t argue with that. ”Yes, okay. I took some drugs, hoping I would go to Hospital because that’s the only place I felt safe away from him! Check my room, there are no drugs!” "Miss Campbell, the final assessment is added to your additional therapy sessions, you now need to take your medication at the nurse’s station." Naomi was more pissed than ever. ”You know what, fuck off! Fine if you don’t believe me, give him a lie detector or something, I’ll tell you, he’s lying!” She quickly got out of her seat and stormed out.
When she walked out the door, she was startled to see Eadberth standing outside the door. He smiled and said, "I’ll escort you to your room. Remember, room check." Naomi followed him to her room. He walked in to check the room, rummaging threw all of her things, making a mess. "Well, looks like you must’ve gotten rid of them." Naomi snarled, “Fine, you can go then!” As he walked toward the door, he surprised her by shutting it and locking the door. He turned back around and grinned at her with his evil smile.
"I told you not to tell anyone, didn’t I? Looks like you just saved your friend." He stormed toward her, throwing her onto the bed. She tried to fight back, yelling, “Get the fuck off of me, you fuckin’-” He covered her mouth. "Say one more word and I promise I won’t be gentle." He ripped off her shirt and sling, making her squeal. He first punched her side where she already had a broken rib. She tried not to yell, but it hurt like hell. He continued to punch her stomach and chest, knocking the air out of her. He slid down her pants. She tried to fight but he was too strong. He leaned down onto her and breathed on her neck. With one hand still over her mouth, he decided to take her shit and put it in her mouth instead. He unzipped his pants and Naomi scooted back. He pulled her toward him, thrusting toward her. She winced and squealed, but nothing came out since the shirt was in her mouth.
Once he finished, he zipped his pants and instructed her to put other clothing on. She tried to get dressed, but could barely move. "Hurry up!" he yelled at her. She did as fast as she could. "Hide those clothes now, and remember, don’t tell a soul. You just saved that dyke, Franky." He walked out the door and went to the nurse’s station. She heard him telling her that the room was clean, meaning they must have gotten rid of the pills. She couldn’t believe his lies. She curled up in a ball on her bed and cried. She could barely move. She didn’t know what to do.