"Are you ever gonna tell him about, you know; what happened?"
"What do you mean?" I say, turning my attention to Lois and furrowing my brows. I'm well aware what she means, but I want her to stop saying what happened like it's a bad word.
We're sitting in my room; she's sprawled across my bed, and I'm sitting comfortably on my desk, my feet in my navy-blue swivel chair. She props herself up on her elbows and rests her chin in her palm, eyeing me languidly.
"You know what I mean. Are you going to tell Noah about what happened to you?"
"I don't think it's all that important, really."
"Of course it's important, Steph!"
"Eh."
"No. You have to tell him. What if he tries something and you freak out? Then you'll have to explain and it'll be awkward and—look, Steph, it doesn't have to be anything climactic; just tell him, please. I mean, it's completely up to you— "
"I'm aware."
"—but I just think your relationship will be much stronger if there are no secrets between you."
"You sound like my therapist."
"Maybe your therapist was right."
"Ew. Melissa is never right."
"Stephanie," she sighs, resting her cheek against my comforter. "Please tell him."
"Maybe."
a/n: i hope you enjoyed, thank you for reading.
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Short Storyin which a victim of rape recovers, with the help of a snarky pair of siblings//spinoff of Warmth//#335 in short story (well, it USED to be; i'm not bitter, don't worry) (jk, super bitter) TRIGGER WARNING FOR RAPE, please don't read this if it's gon...
