Part 6

That afternoon, the two would climb into their shared 2023 Kia, ready to go out to the police department. Once they had arrived, Roza and Samora would walk in together holding hands like usual. Since that night Roza hadn't been the same. She didn't wear the usual outlandish things that everyone knew her for, this time she was in a pair of black sweatpants, a light pink Sailor Moon hoodie, and her hair tied up in a messy bun with her bangs and some stray hairs around her face, along with her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose.

Roza had been lost in thought as she walked up to the counter. It was until the receptionist had called "Ma'am" three times and how Samora shook her arm to get her to come back to reality.

"Y-Yeah, sorry. I need to file a police report."

"Okay, may I ask for what," the receptionist would question, looking up from her thick rimmed glasses. This woman looked as though she never left the 80's. Her hair looked as though it was freshly permed, her glasses were thick and tortoise shell like, while she wore a color block sweater.

"I- uh- I was raped."

Those words had never left Roza's mouth before. Now that she had finally said it, it had to be official… Right? Tears had been brought to her eyes, she tried so hard not to blink to avoid the salty drops from falling from the corners of her eyes. Blood rushed to her cheeks and began to radiate heat while she took a deep breath to keep herself composed. Deep down inside she was screaming, bawling, frustrated, angry. "Only if I had kept my mouth shut," she thought to herself.

"I'm so sorry," the 80's hair band poster of a woman would say softly as she held the forms out to Roza. "Let me know when you're done with the forms."

Words were hard now, all Roza could do was nod. She filled out the report as she wiped tears from her eyes. Every now and then she would miss one or two and they would fall on the paper. She wrote about the events prior, how the two held her down, and so on and so forth. Once finished, she would get up and hand the forms to the receptionist.

A soft "Thank you," would come from her as she took the forms.

Roza would acknowledge her with a slight nod once again as she sat down.

It was around twenty minutes before she was greeted by an officer.

The booming voice of a bald man had pierced her ear drums as he called for her. "Ms. Carwell," he'd ask, "Is Ms. Roza Carwell out here?"

Roza reluctantly rose to her feet as she shuffled over to the man, "That would be me."

"Come with me, my partner and I have some questions for you."