"Then what, my dear?" Rhoda urged, afraid to hear what her daughter was unable to say.
She feared that was the part that made her want to commit suicide.
The last I remembered was when one of the men threatened to make me completely useless if I don't say the truth. He.. he.. went on to remove his… his belt and.. that was the last I remembered before waking up in this hospital.
"I'm afraid I've been …."
"No, no, my child, don't say it out. That is not possible." Rhoda shook her head vigorously, almost going hysterical as she held Benita in a tight embrace almost crushing her in the process.
'Come on, Rhoda, you can do this. One. Two. Three," she took quick short breaths as she counted in her mind. 'You nust be strong for her. Benita needs you now," she kept saying to herself.
When she had been able to calm herself down to a reasonable extent, she asked hesitantly,