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thirty-six.

The wind was blowing my hair into my face and tears blurred my vision but I didn't let them fall. It was way too cold outside to walk around without a coat but here I was, walking to Cassidy's house, still wearing the dress from last night and not wearing a coat. My teeth were clattering and I wrapped my arms around myself.

When I reached Cassidy's house and knocked on the door, it didn't take her long until she opened it. She smiled at first but as soon as she saw my watery eyes, my bag and my tired face, her smile dropped.

"Come inside," she told me and stepped aside, letting me in. I thanked her as she took my bag from me and we went to her room.

"You should change into something warm and more comfortable. I'm gonna make us a cuppa and then you can tell me what happened okay?" she put her hand on my shoulder and I nodded my head slowly, responding with an, "Okay,"

She left the room and went to the kitchen. I grabbed some sweatpants and plain grey shirt and took my dress off. I changed my underwear before getting dressed again. It felt so good to finally be out of that dress.

I walked over to the mirror and I cringed as I saw myself in the reflection. What I saw didn't even look like me, I didn't even recognise myself. There have been so many things that have happened in the past few months. Ever since I met Harry, my life has changed. It sounds cheesy to say such a thing but it's true. My life has turned upside down since I met him but I couldn't tell if it was a bad or a good thing.

I didn't care what I looked like though because there are so many other things that I have to worry about.

Cassidy was in the living room and there were two cups of tea on the small table in front of the couch and some crisps were in a bowl, standing there as well.

She looked at me with a sad smile as I sat down and my hands grabbed the cup immediately to warm up my hands. I took a sip from it but since it was freshly made and still hot, I burnt my tongue. I didn't react to it and just lowered the cup. My gaze shifted from the tea to Cassidy and she looked at me as if expecting me to start talking.

So I did. I told her everything. Everything about me and Harry, about the incident of his house, me getting almost raped, Harry getting almost killed, the conflict with my parents, just everything. It seemed so odd now that I was telling her everything that has happened, my life seemed so dramatic and eventful.

"Wow," was all she said. She was dumbfounded which I completely understood. I would be too. "You have to report this to the police." She broke the silence a few moments later.

"What should I tell them?" I asked her, brows pulled low.

"Everything. About the men that tried to hurt you, about Harry's illegal negotiations, about everything! They deserve to be locked up Rose, you can't just let them wander around and doing all this shit,"

"No," my answer was firm and quick. I would never do that, not even over my dead body.

"If you don't, then I will."

"You wouldn't." I glared at her. "Then watch me," she fished her phone out of her pocket and already started dialling a number but I was quick enough to grab her phone before she could cal anyone.

"You're not doing this." I looked her deadly in the eyes. How could she even think about calling the police? I came to her because I trusted her, because I needed someone to listen to me, because I needed to get things off my shoulders and tell someone. I trusted her enough to tell her and she knows how I feel about Harry so why would she try to get him locked up?

"It's what's best for you!" she argued.

"It's what's best for me?" how would she know what's best for me? How would anyone know what's best for me? I'm who knows what's best for me, no one else. And to think that some people genuinely think they know what would make you happy makes me sick.