"He attacked you?" I mouthed, obviously furious.
"Well, yes... He came up behind me and covered my mouth... Then he attacked me."
"Did he do anything else?" I type into my phone, showing her, still not able to speak yet.
"H-he um..." She replied with tears in her eyes.
"Don't cry, what, what did he do?" I typed, very afraid of what her response was going to be.
"He r- he r-" she cut herself off each time, I knew what she was going to say, so I didn't make her attempt to know what to say. I hugged her. She then pulled away from the hug and said, "we can't call the police though..."
I looked into her eyes and the most confused look came upon my face. Why? I thought, and I knew she could tell.
"I knew who it was... He can't get in trouble... L-let's just forget about it.." She was talking strange, and I understand why. She was just through the most traumatic thing in her life, I think. I wonder is there something she's not telling me? I take ahold of her hand as we walk back to my house.
On the way back, she said nothing. No eye contact, no smiles, no laughter. None of her beautiful voice. Just silence. The only thing in common was our hands, and I knew she still cared. I still cared.
As we got closer to my house she tightened her grip on my hand and we walked back still silent. Then we arrived at my house.
