Girls Desperate Plea for Scott to Call Back After a Shattering Breakup and a Doctors Unsettling Exam

I woke up in the morning stunned with what Scott had said to me. He never wanted to see me again. How was that even possible? I was a varsity cheerleader he was the varsity football quarterback. But he said it and he meant it. My life was over. Mom came up to my room to check on me. I told her I was okay but turned her down for breakfast. I stayed in bed the rest of the morning not wanting to face life or face anyone. Shortly before lunch my mom came upstairs and got onto me.

“Okay Tori, I understand you’re upset about Scott breaking up but you cant just stay in bed forever. Now get yourself cleaned up and I expect to see you down for lunch,” she said.

I could tell she meant business so I waited on her to step out of my room and finally got up out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

After getting out of the shower I decided to try to call Scott. I dialed his number but just got his voicemail. I decided to leave him a message, “Scott, this is Tori, I’m so sorry about what happened to you. I don’t really know what to say but I never said you raped me. I didn’t give any clothes to the police and not even sure what panties you’re talking about. I am not even sure what happened to my clothes the night of the rape. I hardly remember anything from that night. The only thing I could think at all is that maybe they were left at Elizabeth’s house. I don’t really know. I don’t understand this at all and I’m so sorry and I don’t want to lose you. Please call me and let me explain what I can.” I set the phone back down hoping it would ring right back. I gave it a few minutes and when it didn’t ring I headed down for lunch.

I had lunch with my mother quietly and we didn’t talk about too much. She did try to tell me that no young lady should base who she is on her boyfriend. She told me I would have lots of boyfriends in my life and if I lost Scott now, he would just be one of many I’d lose. Somehow that didn’t make me feel better. I managed to force down enough food to make my mom happy and then I went back up to my room. I checked my messages and I had none. This whole thing made me feel sick and I felt like a pig for what I had eaten. I want into the bathroom and leaned over the toilet. I wanted to throw up but didn’t feel like I needed to. I tried coughing and it didn’t make any difference. I stood there a while trying to will myself to throw up but couldn’t. Finally I decided to try something I had never done before. I put my finger into my mouth to the back of my throat and made myself gag. I had to try it a few times but finally it worked and my lunch came up. I threw up, wiped my mouth, gargled with mouthwash and went to lie on my bed. I took a valium and it wasn’t too long before I was able to go to sleep.

Late that afternoon, shortly before dinner time, Elizabeth came upstairs with my mom. This surprised me somewhat as I had no idea she would just drop by. As she came into my room my mom turned and headed back downstairs letting us be alone. I was a little bit embarrassed as I had not put any makeup on that day and figured my hair was a mess since I was asleep.

“Hi,” I said shyly.

“Hi back Miss Tori how are you,” she said?

“Okay I guess,” I replied.

“That’s not what your mom says, she said you’ve been in bed almost all day,” she shot back.

I rolled my eyes not happy that my mom was telling Elizabeth about my sleeping habits. “Well I’m just a little sleepy. I haven’t been sleeping well at night,” I added.

“I’m not too surprised,” she said then continued, “There is another group meeting tonight will you please go with me,”

“I don’t know Elizabeth I don’t think it helped anything,” I said.

She let out a little chuckle and then went on, “Tori, going to one session isn’t going to fix anything. It takes time and work you have to give it a fair chance.”

I let out a long sigh, not liking arguing with her but feeling pressured to go. “I don’t know,” I said.

“Well, I said please and I wouldn’t guess you have any better offers so you might as well spend the evening with your best friend. Besides your stuck with me for dinner as your mom already invited me and I already accepted,” she said all this with a smile and a raised eyebrow giving me the idea I didn’t have any choice anyway.

“Fine,” I said pulling my covers up over my face hiding from her. “Team up with the ‘Rent’ (short for parent),” I said slightly muffled by the covers over my face.

She just let out a loud laugh and then said, “That’s what best friends are for.”

This time we both laughed. I pulled the covers back down and sat up in bed and looked over at the phone still showing no voicemail. I let out a sigh and I saw her eyes follow mine to the phone but she didn’t say anything.

Then we heard my mom call for dinner and headed down together. Sherri and my dad were also there and as usual Elizabeth had them all eating out of the palm of her hand. She seemed to find a way to make anyone comfortable and anyone to laugh. In fact she was so nice to Sherri that I felt a little bit jealous as they were having a back and forth conversation for several minutes, but I told myself not to be a bitch. We finished dinner and then headed back up to my room and I headed to the bathroom to fix my hair and makeup. Elizabeth just came right in and was sitting there watching me that for some reason made me nervous. I finally looked at her and asked, “Would you mind?”

She just let out a laugh and reached for my makeup brush. “Let me do that,” she said. I too let out a giggle and gave up and let her take over doing my makeup. I have to admit she did a good job and I liked how it looked when she was done, soft, subtle and hardly visible but feminine. She then helped me with my hair and after that I got dressed in low rise jeans, white v-neck t-shirt and button down pink cardigan. I took a deep breath and we headed out to Elizabeth’s car.

Elizabeth and I were able to find a couple chairs off in a corner of the room where I felt better. I am not really sure how much I got out of the meeting and was bored most of the time. I did, however, get a bit more comfortable there as I didn’t feel like I was being judged for not talking. It didn’t seem to me that most of what was talked about applied to me but there were a few things that when they were brought up, I tried to listen a little more careful and felt like a few of them applied directly to my circumstances. I did maintain my composure after the meeting and even talked to Elizabeth about a couple of the things brought up.

When we got back to my house she wanted to come back upstairs with me and I agreed a little hesitantly as I sensed she wanted to talk to me more about the meeting. As we got upstairs she began to talk to me about what she wanted.

She began, “Tori, I know you are very upset about Scott breaking up with you, but honestly I think it’s the best thing that could have happened to you. . . and before you object hear me out and let me explain. I am not saying he is a bad person as a whole, but Scott is very wrapped up with himself. He doesn’t care about anyone but Scott or about making anyone happy except Scott. I’m not sure I have any idea of even half of the things he did with you but I can tell you that someone who really loves you, someone who cares about you with all their heart would not want anyone and I mean anyone to be with you. Everyone, and I mean everyone gets jealous unless they don’t care deeply for their partner and I regret deeply what I did with you in the theater. I don’t regret the fact it let me get to know you more, I regret that I took advantage of your vulnerability as his girlfriend. That was very wrong on my part and I’m sorry I took advantage. It was selfish and foolish for me to do what I did and I’m sorry for that.”

I didn’t know what to say so I just sat there and listened to her not really wanting to hear any negativity about Scott. I was very surprised when she said she regretted what we had done together and I felt a little hurt by that as it was something I didn’t regret. But I tried to listen fairly and to understand what she was saying so I didn’t argue and didn’t seem any point in it anyway.

Then she continued, “Tori, love is not about the sexual things you do with a person. In fact that is the smallest part of love there is. Love is about caring about each other, being there for each other, worrying about each other, spending time together and the things you do unselfishly for each other. If you take your time and look back at your relationship with Scott I think you will find that he did very few things for you unselfishly. Everything I know about him was all about him and all about him being happy. I want you to know you can move on, and survive and keep going and growing as a person without Scott as your boyfriend. You are a beautiful person inside and out and if you just take the time to enjoy the things going on around you I think you’ll find happiness without Scott or any other boyfriend for that matter. We don’t need a guy to be happy. Being happy is up to us. Only you can make yourself happy.”

She tapped my nose when she told me I was beautiful inside and out with the tip of her finger and that made me laugh. I tried to take into my heart what she was saying but I was still hurting. I just didn’t want to face the fact my relationship with Scott was over. I told her thank you for what she said. It was getting late and I didn’t really want her to go but I figured she had to. Sure enough before I said anything else she said, “Well, you need to try to get some sleep. Think about what I said.” With that she got up, came over to me, gave me a gentle hug and then headed out. I took a few moments and held her onto her when she hugged me to let her know I appreciated everything. “Thank you,” I said one more time as she walked out of my door.

I quietly walked over to my phone picked it up and dialed his number. My heart pounded with each ring. “Answer,” I said and it rang again, “answer,” I prayed as I heard another ring, “please answer.” But my prayers were not answered it just went to voice mail. “Scott, its me, please pick up,” I said so softly my heart pounding and slowly lowered the receiver back on the cradle. I sat on my bed starring at the phone willing it to ring but it didn’t. I felt a few tears stream down my cheeks and then finally I gave up and got ready for bed. I took a valium and closed my eyes trying to clear my mind of its thoughts. I was thinking a little bit of what I heard at group and some about the things Elizabeth had said to me as well. I took a deep breath thinking about next week and then remembered my doctor appointment, why did they need to see me? All I could do is wonder as I wouldn’t know anything until I was there.

. . . The nurse walked me from the waiting room down the hall and took me into an exam room. She handed me a paper hospital gown and asked me to remove all of my clothing and to put the gown on. She stepped out of the room and I did as I was asked. She returned quickly and instructed me to get up on the exam table. As I did I heard her making a lot of noise at one end of the table and saw her adjust the stirrups. She told me to lay back and to place each foot into a stirrup so I did so. I then felt her put a strap around each ankle securing my feet into the stirrups and then I felt her push them wider opening my legs much more. She then walked to the side of the exam table and took a large leather belt and worked it under the paper gown, over my stomach and went from one side of the table to the other and she fastened it down.

“Why are you doing that,” I asked.

“Just relax honey, its just to make sure you can’t move too much and fall off the table,” she answered.

She then walked up towards my shoulders and took hold of one arm and put a strap around my wrist belting it to the side of the table.

“What’s that for,” I asked nervously.

She didn’t answer and walked to the other side of the table doing the same to the other wrist. She then walked to the cabinet and got something out and returned to me with a needle and alcohol wipe. She wiped inside my elbow and cleaned by my vein and then pushed the needle into my arm. I let out a wince and a groan and she smiled at me softly before walking to the cabinet and getting a bag of medicine and a pole to hang it from. She brought it over and hooked a tube from the bag to the needle.

“There you go honey, that will help you relax some.

She was right and in a few minutes I felt my muscles relaxing. As nervous as I was I felt the tension in my muscles melt away and all my limbs went limp held in place by the straps holding me down. I was surprised as she began to put more straps on my body putting another strap across my upper chest right below my arms. She then added a strap right above each knee securing my thighs open wide.

I was then surprised when she walked up by my head and took out this metal apparatus that reminded me of a dental retainer. She tapped my cheek and told me to open and when I did she pushed it into my mouth. I was startled more as she then began to adjust it and it forced my mouth to open wide like a dentist would and she smiled down on me once she had it adjusted wide and stroked my cheek gently. Once she had it in place she pulled a strap from it behind my head and that held it firmly in my mouth not allowing me to close my mouth or jaw at all. I let out a soft groan wanting to ask her why but I realized all I could do now was groan.

She smiled at me and patted my cheek and said the doctor will be in shortly and she turned and headed out of the room leaving me strapped there to the exam table. It felt like a long time to me as I could not talk or do anything and didn’t have anything to occupy my mind. I was embarrassed as I felt some of my own saliva run out of my mouth from the corner and down my cheek towards just below my ear but I could do nothing to stop it. It also began to feel very cold in the room and I felt chill bumps on my skin and occasionally I would shiver. Finally to my relief the door opened and the doctor walked in along with the nurse. He walked over towards the table and picked up a clipboard and took his time reading. Once he finished he instructed the nurse to remove my gown and he went to the sink to wash his hands.

I wondered when the nurse had put the straps on me why she had worked them under the gown, but now I understood as the other nurse came over, untied the ties on the gown and pulled it up off my body without any difficulty. I was now laying on the table bound, completely naked. The nurse brought over a thermometer and placed it under my arm. While it was recording my temperature she took my blood pressure. While she did this the doctor put on his stethoscope and moved it around my chest listening to my heart and breathing I guess. The stethoscope was very cold as it touched my bare skin and I jerked slightly but the doctor didn’t seem to notice. The nurse finished getting her readings and wrote them onto the clipboard. The doctor then asked the nurse if she had noticed my nipple stimulation and she nodded and answered, “Yes doctor.”

“Let’s get some leather straps around the base of each breast and help keep them firm and stimulated,” the doctor said.

The nurse walked back to the cabinet and got out two straps. She then walked over to me as did the doctor. He then put his hands both on one breast and began to rub and massage it. He rubbed and massaged and squeezed the breast warming it and working it till he had a good grip of it. Once he had I then saw the nurse get next to him and she pulled the strap around the base of my breast. The strap looked to me to be an inch and a half wide. It went all the way the base of my breast and as she almost had it there I felt the doctor pull as hard on my breast as he could lifting me slightly but the strap over my chest kept me from lifting much. When he had it pulled tight the nurse latched the strap and I felt it tighten into my breast.

“Perfect,” the doctor said to her and they both let go. Then he began to massage and manipulate my other breast and the nurse got another strap ready. She gave the doctor time to work my breast till he had a good hold of it once he did he said, “ready,” and he pulled as hard as he could. I groaned as it hurt and I felt her work the second strap around my other breast. She secured it also tight and then I finally felt them both let go and both my breasts felt uncomfortable like they were in a bad fitting bra. The leather strap not very soft forcing each breast to sit upright even though I was laying flat on my back.

“Get some ice and some clover clamps,” the doctor directed the nurse. “Yes doctor,” she replied and stepped out from the room. While she was out the doctor got a cotton swab and some medication and rubbed it over the bite mark still showing on my breast. She returned quickly and brought over a bowl of ice and some metal devices. She got on one side of the table and the doctor the other and they both put on extra gloves and then picked up ice cubes. They each then began to rub the cubes around my areola and nipples. I let out gasps as the ice was so cold but the doctor simply shushed me and the two of them continued to rub the ice around each nipple. As the cube they were holding shrunk down to small, they just took another fresh cube and began to circle the fresh piece of ice around my nipples again. They each did this with five cubes then the doctor scared me when he took a hold of a metal device with a sharp tip and poked at my nipple. I jerked out of sight but didn’t feel it at all. “Perfect,” the doctor said taking hold of one of the odd metal devices and the nurse took hold of the other.

“Okay now attach that clamp horizontally and make sure its teeth each take firm hold in her flesh, we don’t want them to fall off until we are ready to remove them,” the doctor said to the nurse and each of them lowered the metal device to my nipples. They seemed to take awhile to align the clamp the way they wanted them but then I noticed them begin to adjust them in place. The numbness in each nipple from the ice did not let me feel anything till a few minutes after they were in place. The doctor was writing on the clip board and the nurse was getting together a tray of something when I started to feel pain in my nipples. I let out a groan, and then another, and another as the numbness of the ice began to wear off and the biting of the clamps into my nipple flesh began to hit my nerves. I felt the pinch grow worse and worse as there seemed to be so much pressure in each nipple. My groans were becoming worse and I felt my feet trembling as the pain began to spread through my body. I then felt my eyes begin to tear as the pain grew more intense. The doctor noticed and came up beside me. He took a small cotton swab and very softly rubbed it around my breast about an inch away from my nipple. “Yessss, good you are able to feel the clamp. That’s good and healthy and normal, now try to hold still as any movement will only agitate the feeling and could even cause the clamp to tighten and I don’t think you would want that, not unless you enjoy pain,” the doctor said to me.

He took a tissue and wiped the tears from my cheeks away and looked at my face and my breasts. “I think she’s ready for continued treatment and her pelvic exam nurse,” he said to her. “Yes doctor,” she said and rolled a tray with instruments down to

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