I Was There
What the hell is wrong with you?
Lucy's ham and cheese sandwich glares
at me with soggy dissatisfaction.
You haven't told me where you went on Saturday.
I looked up at her, my mouth full of half-chewed
words. I didn't leave. I was there
the whole time. I didn't leave you.
She threw her sandwich down into the brown
paper bag and crumpled it in her hands.
He raped me. Her eyes got wide. The other
girls stared me at me, stamping liar on my forehead
with invisible ink. I got up and walked into the bathroom.
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PoetryLiz is a regular teenager with a best friend who can get her into the best parties which is great until Liz gets roofied and raped one night at a party and when she starts to speak up, things get messy. When no one, including her best friend, believ...
