I can't remember most of what happened once I passed out in the car. I later was told I started inanely babbling about nonsensical things, one thing that concerned Naomi was me saying
"I can't get his hands off of me no matter how much I try."
She seemed really worried when she told me that I said that. There was a concern in her eyes and it scared me, I wasn't sure if I could just trust her with a part of me that haunted me forever since that day it occurred. I don't think I'll ever recover because Father Donovan stole a part of me, stole my innocence and destroyed it forever. I'll never forgive him for what he had done to me, it's a damn miracle that I didn't spiral and start becoming a serial killer or some bullshit. I still can't stop blaming myself for what had happened that night, that night, I should have woken up and I should have screamed, but why didn't I? My whole entire body that night was frozen in terror, praying that he wouldn't strangle and kill me and go on a killing spree.
Naomi also told me that I started acting aggressive every time she came near me to help me up or hold me. She said I started cursing and crying. That scared me the most. What I do remember was waking up the next morning with a pounding hangover as if I had drunk an entire keg of beer and a SUV smashed into my side. I was extremely sore and tired and I wanted to puke until every damn cavity in my body was emptied out. Naomi yelped as she bolted up from her chair and then ran over with a clean bucket and I threw up, I threw up so much I thought I would die throwing up. I distinctly felt someone's gentle but calloused hand rubbing my back as I vomited and I couldn't help but throw up more. Perhaps snorting an entire damn line of cocaine on my first try wasn't a great idea after all. I croaked
"If you leave me to be undercover like that again, I swear I will report you to the Police Chief, that was fucking reckless and beyond evil. Totally evil of you all. Protocol always says to never, ever fucking go undercover alone. Who in their unholy bullshit suggested that I should go alone? Why I ought to ruin them the way that line ruined me!"
Naomi calmly replied
"You were never alone Ed, trust me, we would never leave a rubber ducky like you float out into the ocean of sharks alone, we had several cops under cover as patrons to make sure that the deal went down smooth sailing, now stop worrying yourself mister Choir Boy and relax...okay. Now, I have never nursed a coke hangover and I certainly do not know how to, so you're going to be resting, drinking water and not doing anything strenuous okay?"
I just nodded wordlessly and added "I'm feeling the furthest thing from human right now, my head is hurting."
Naomi sighed loudly and began "I have no idea what medication or what dosage I can give you...I really don't want you to get sick."
"Then take me to the fucking hospital. I really don't care, just help me get rid of this headache!"
Naomi rolled her eyes and snapped "Gee, you sure are terrible company!"
"Just wait an hour and you'll see what 'wonderful' company I can be." I snarled back
She acquiesced and and I could hear her rummaging through my cabinets for medication and then she produced a bottle of Tylenol and dumped two pills into my palm and handed me a glass of water with some ice cubes inside and then I took the pills one at a time and then swallowed them with water. The pills themselves were a bit big and were the size of my pinky fingertip and I swallowed them nervously and laid down, I closed my eyes to rest them and before I knew it, I was asleep again. I don't know for how long I slept, but when I did wake up, the sun was more slanted towards my side and it looked like as if it was around late afternoon and I saw a stack of paperwork on my nightstand. When I checked my drawer, I found my pager, badge and my gun and I sighed in relief. My sheets stank of sweat and it felt oddly gross and I sat up and threw them in the wash and then grabbed some fresh sheets and showered. Its funny, I can take a million showers in my lifetime, but I'll never be able to wash off the stains of sexual abuse that I endured because of Father Donovan's evil. I started crying in the shower, my tears mixing with the water and feeling gross overall, I hated how I treated her so bad. I have to make it up to Naomi as soon as I'm able to do so.
The next day we were at work and things seemed to be relatively quiet, but I was body slammed with a ton of paperwork and I hated it so much. It was as if the gods somehow had punished me by handing me a wheel barrowful of paperwork and I was mad at the universe thinking that I could be the butt of their jokes like that.
I just sighed as I started with the paperwork and just like that, I was hit with another case. And I was assigned to hunt down a serial killer who was murdering cops, this made it personal in so many ways that I couldn't even explain. These were cops that weren't even on duty when they were murdered, they were off duty and in some cases, they were asleep when they were murdered, and the homicide division was stretched thin, so they sent me and Naomi over as loaners until the bastard was caught. In the end, it took a routine traffic stop to bring the madman down and it was Detective First Grade Odafin Tutuola who had managed it with his partner Detective First Grade John Munch. I did not realize it then, but my life would be changed forever in their presence and that they would make a greater impact on the story of my life than I thought they ever would.