down to the vomit on my shirt. And in my hair,” she added with a shudder.
“And you were with friends? Anyone see anything?”
“I was with a couple of girlfriends and one useless guy. They were all as drunk as me. We’d never … It was like the first time for something like that. I’ve had maybe one or two beers, but I’ve never been to a kegger before. I’m obviously not much of a drinker.”
“Do you remember drinking a lot?” Mel asked.
“I don’t remember much of anything. A couple of the guys said I was totally shitty. Drunk out of my mind. And one of my girlfriends swears my date really did pass out right away.”
“Ever think there could have been a drug involved? Slipped into your beer?”
“What kind of drug?” she asked.
“What do you think happened?” Mel asked her.
“I think I got hammered and let some guy—Obviously I wasn’t in a position to make a good decision. Plus, these are my friends. Well, the girls I went with are my friends—they wouldn’t lie to me. I don’t hang out with the other ones who were there.”
“All of them were your friends?”
“Someone’s not—unless there was a guy there who also doesn’t remember.”
Mel leaned forward. It was in her mind to ask Brenda if she’d ever heard the term, whiskey dick. “An unfortunate reality for most males is that too much alcohol inhibits erection or ejaculation. Whoever did this remembers.”
“And is lying …”
“Well, somebody’s lying—and if you’re pregnant and can’t remember getting that way, it probably isn’t you. Brenda, you could have been raped.”
“Or—I could have been so stupid drunk I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“Same thing, in my mind,” Mel said with a shrug. “Have you talked to the police?”
“Yeah.” She laughed bitterly. “Right.”
Mel reached out a hand to touch her knee and Brenda flinched. Mel’s mind immediately flashed on Carra and she cringed inwardly. “You have DNA in you, Brenda. The person responsible can be revealed.”
“Uh-huh. That should be interesting.” She laughed again. “Real interesting.”
“Listen, Brenda …”
“I don’t want to know. Whoever it is will just say I wanted it. Why wouldn’t he? And I would never be able to say otherwise, since I don’t fricking know. Meanwhile not only the whole school, but the whole town would know Brenda is a whore. Brenda’s knocked up, Brenda would like everyone to believe she was drugged.” She laughed at Mel. “Who are we kidding? Huh?”
“Is that likely? Let me tell you something—girls who aren’t sexually active don’t usually have one occasion of getting drunk and waking up pregnant because they wanted it.” Brenda looked away. “Have you been sexually active? Not that it matters in this case.”
Her eyes came back and the anger had seeped away. “I had a boyfriend last year who. I really liked him a lot. But we didn’t go all the way.” She looked down. “I wouldn’t give it up. I wanted to be sure, wanted it to be special. You know?” Now there were tears in her eyes, but they vanished as quickly as they had come.
Mel touched her hand. “It’ll still be special, honey,” Mel said, standing up. “When you’re ready, it’ll be special. Let’s do an exam, test you for sexually transmitted disease, get a blood workup for HIV.”
“H-I-Vee?” she asked, stricken. “Oh, fuck!”
“One thing at a time, Brenda. Are you up-to-date on the hepatitis B vaccine for school immunizations?”
“Hepatitis B?” she asked. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
“It’s also an STD,” Mel said.
“Oh, God,” Brenda said weakly.
“Take it easy, sweetheart. Feet here, in the stirrups, slide down for me, that’s it.” She put on her gloves. “Take a deep breath, let it out slowly and relax your muscles as much as possible. There you go.” Mel took a look and noted some inflammation, tenderness. She did her pap slide, then inserted a swab in the cervical area to test for chlamydia and gonorrhea. “I’m going to let that swab sit for a moment. Listen, do you remember the people who were at that party? And where it was?”
Brenda put the back of her hand on her forehead and her chin quivered. “All I want to do is get it out of me and get on with my life. School already started and everything….”
“I understand that, but I’m worried. This isn’t a situation we should ignore. What if some other young woman is attacked like this, made pregnant without even consenting to sex?”
“Or remembering that she consented?”
“Do you remember any bruising? On your arms, pelvis, hips? Buttocks?”
“My chest was really sore, and so was my throat. I thought it was from throwing up.”
“Where?” Mel asked. Brenda put her palm against her upper chest, on her sternum, right above her breasts. “On the outside? Like you’d been hit in the chest by a … by a basketball or something?”
“Yeah,” she said, apparently surprised by how well the analogy fit.
Mel finished her exam and helped Brenda sit up. “Would you be willing to talk to someone about this? Like maybe one of the nurses at the family planning clinic? Give whatever details you can remember?”
“What for?”
“For the future protection of some girl who doesn’t know what dangers lurk at a kegger?” Mel said.
Brenda looked down miserably. “I don’t know.”
“No one’s going to expose you. No one’s going to confront anyone without charges being filed. But for right now—you deserve better than to have no idea what happened to you.”
“I don’t know. Maybe. I’ll have to think about it.”
“Okay. Get dressed. But first—will you tell me one thing? The party. Was it here? In Virgin River?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Right here.”
Mel had a long chat with a nurse in the family planning clinic in Eureka. She agreed that it was very important to interview this patient, but before that could even happen, Brenda miscarried. Less than a week later the test results came back positive for chlamydia.
Mel immediately got in touch with Carra Winslow. She was a little past caring if a parent answered the phone, but fortunately for Carra, it was she who picked up. Mel was straightforward—she told her there was a venereal disease making the rounds and it was imperative that Carra return to
