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see her. When she walked into the
bedroom, Valerie was unresponsive.
    Natasha was at the end of her
rope with Val. She'd barely kept her head on straight after finding out about
the kidnapping, and now she was incapable of focusing on anything else other
than Val's strange behaviour.
    She climbed into bed on the
other side and faced the person she looked at as her sister. "Just tell me
what to do to make it better."
    “You want to know the fucked up
part?”
    “What?” Natasha was lost but
took the bait. It didn't matter what she said, she just wanted Valerie to start
talking.
    “I enjoyed it.”
    Now she was lost. Had she
enjoyed the kidnapping? Did she have Stockholm Syndrome? That was more of
Macy's field of expertise, not hers. "What did you enjoy?"
    "He raped me, and I liked
it."
    Natasha sat up alarmed.
"What are you saying, Valerie?"
    “He forced himself on me even
though I said no… and I climaxed. I must have enjoyed it if I had an orgasm
right? That can't be classified as rape."
    "But you said no, and he
still forced himself on you so it is rape!”
    "I understand that part,
but my body doesn't agree," said  Val before shutting her eyes and
sobbing into the pillow.
    “Don’t say that,” Natasha felt
the tears running down her own face. She hated seeing Valerie in so much pain.
“We’ll make him pay. We can open up a case and– “
    “He’s dead. He took what he
wanted and by the time we left he was dead.”
    Natasha was shocked into
silence. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that it was Vladimir who had
taken care of it. Finding out that the one person she thought of as a sister
had been so brutally violated was worse than anything she could have ever
imagined and the words that were coming out of her mouth… this was not
Valerie’s fault and trying to mitigate the fact that she had been molested was
a cry for help, professional help.

 
    Even after Tash's morbid visit,
Valerie still refused to see a therapist who would give her the paperwork she
needed for the university to grant her a concession. Valerie didn’t want to
relive that day over and over again with a stranger. She had run out of options
and refused to stay at home. Val decided to soldier through and try her best to
finish the rest of the semester. She would have to do exceptionally well in her
final exams if she was going to pass.
    Class after class followed the
same downward spiral. She wasn't able to make sense of everything, in part
because she had missed out on the foundation of certain concepts and also due
to the number of people she was surrounded by. The halls were overcrowded, and
whenever a guy sat next to her, she felt uncomfortable. Yet another thing that
distracted her from focusing on what was being said. Unless she was going to
put in the extra hours needed over and above the already hectic day and hire a
tutor to reteach what she'd missed, she wasn't going to make it. She didn't
have anything left in her after the first day, and the thought of adding even
more onto her plate physically made her sick. After three days of failing
miserably at playing the role of the old Val, she quit and decided to stay at
home.
    Depression quickly set in as
she took stock of her life as it currently stood. No one understood what she
was going through. A month ago she had a close group of friends, a crazy mother
she loved even though she didn’t see or speak to that often, and an amazing man
who was fiercely protective and caring of her. After the disaster or telling
Vlad and Natasha the truth about what had broken her, and their opposing
reactions, she felt more alone than ever before. Her best friend had looked at
her as if she was crazy and Vlad… well, he was supposed to have left already. Valerie
had given him a week to leave, but that deadline had already expired. He gave
her her space and didn't say much. She didn't know whether to be grateful or
disappointed. In any case, she wasn't sure how to feel about anything