Hillary_Tail of the Dog by Angel Gelique

you about Dr. Morrison?”
    “I’m not listening to you,” Monica replied as she hastily applied the lotion. She was growing tenser by the minute.
    “I know, he denied it. He denied it when I told Dr. Bentley about it too.”
    Monica stopped rubbing lotion on Hillary’s leg and stared over at her with a shocked expression on her face.
    “You told Jake?” she asked angrily.
    “Uh...if Jake is Dr. Bentley, then, uh...yeah, I told him.”
    “How could you go spreading such lies about my husband?”
    “How could you keep defending a man who’s a child molester?”
    “Stop saying that,” Monica shouted. She was livid. “Dr. Morrison did not touch you, you hear me? I don’t know if you imagined it or if you’re just twisted enough to outright lie, but it did not happen. ”
    “I don’t expect you to believe me,” Hillary said softly and sadly, “I know you don’t want to believe your husband would do something like that. But I did not imagine it and I’m not lying. And while you were gone, it only got worse.”
    After she had confronted her husband, Monica was ready to leave for good and file for divorce. It was Patrick’s idea for her to spend some time visiting her mother. He swore that he did nothing inappropriate—that Hillary was lying, trying to divide them. He seemed so sincere. He made the very idea of it seem absurd. Now, back in front of Hillary—who likewise seemed disturbingly truthful—doubts returned to Monica’s mind. She didn’t want to hear anything else...and yet, she felt compelled to know. She sighed heavily.
    “How?” she asked, as she braced herself for the worst.
    “He continued to touch me...and then....” her voice trailed off as she hesitated. She wasn’t quite sure how Monica would respond. She seemed determined to defend Dr. Morrison’s character and the sanctity of their marriage.
    “He had sex with me,” Hillary asserted.
    Monica shook her head slowly.
    “No...no he didn’t,” she responded monotonously.
    “Yes, he did, I swear…just a few nights ago. No one came to help me when I screamed,” she said, her voice resonating through the empty room as she grew increasingly frantic.
    “He shoved it right in me,” she continued, tears beginning to streak down her face. “He didn’t even care how much it hurt me. Go look through the laundry, find the pink sheets, there’s probably blood on it.”
    “He...he changed the sheets?”
    “The next day,” Hillary said softly.
    “How do you know?”
    “Because that night they were pink and the next night these blue sheets were on the bed. I’m not blind and I’m not stupid, I know he sedates me to change the bedding. God only knows what he does to me then when I’m unconscious....”
    “Why are you doing this?” Monica asked impatiently.
    “When I realized you were married, I figured you should know...and also...I...I want you to stop him. I don’t want him touching me anymore.”
    Monica looked deep into Hillary’s eyes. She looked frightened and exhausted. There was no hint of deception that Monica could detect. How well did she really know her husband after all? They had grown more and more distant through the years. Would it really be that surprising to find that he’d been unfaithful? Yet, it wasn’t so much the infidelity that bothered her—it was who he had been unfaithful with—a young girl, a patient...a captive patient. The thought made Monica feel physically ill.
    Hillary could see Monica thinking about what she said. She knew that deep down Monica believed her. Even if she denied it and defended Dr. Morrison until she was blue in the face, Monica knew that he had sexually abused her.
    “I won’t tell you anything else,” Hillary said quietly, still teary-eyed, “I’m sorry, Monica.”
    That was all she needed to say.
    “No...Hillary...I...I just don’t know what to think. I don’t want to believe it, but if it’s true, I don’t want you to suffer like that either.”
    “Can you