We walked in to his gym, it was small but comfy. He walked over to the treadmill and had me sit in a chair near him before he started running away on it. I looked down at my phone trying how to figure out how I'm going to tell my friends, they probably will think it's an act of attention and leave me. my heart raced as I looked through they're texts they didn't care they just wanted me to come party again. I rolled my eyes and wrote a message in our group chat, I read it over before pressing send. "Hey guys I'm not going out any time soon I know you probably won't believe me but I got raped the last time we were at the club together I know it's my fault whatever but I just can't go back there I can't deal with any of this right now I'm way too broken for all of this I'm truly sorry xoxo."
I felt my phone start to go off with texts as I sat there trying to get my mind off this stupid incident, why couldn't I stop thinking of it? I felt tears start to run my face, I grabbed my sweatshirt and ran towards the bathroom quickly.
I locked the door behind me and just sobbed out this pain was all to much why did this happen to me? I never did anything to anyone I wasn't an angel but I was good. I heard knocking at the door and barons voice come through I unlocked the door and let him in before he locked it behind him and grabbed me in a tight hug. "It's okay love I'm here." I nodded my head in his shirt and just cried.
We sat there for a while just talking about our lives, my life before this. He wanted to help me get back to my normal life but first he wanted to catch the asshole that did this and have him locked up, but rape cases were never that easy I knew most of the guys got away with what they did or got like a year for it when they ruined the persons life forever. "Wanna go home?" I nodded my head, "Yeah." He stood me up and held his arm around my waist as I looked up at him, I was falling for this man I'd just met and I was scared out of my ass about it but I couldn't control my feelings anymore even he knew that.
