Comments... | Pha x Yo {ON HOLD}

1n

Pha's Point Of View
    It was an entire month after the incident. He still hasn't told me what happened, and I still wasn't able to touch Yo, only Ming was. It made sense, since he's known Ming the longest, but I couldn't say that I wasn't jealous.
    "Pha!" Yo yelled, pulling me out of the daze I was in. 
    I got off of my bed and walked to where I heard his voice; the living room. I saw Yo siting in the couch, isolated in the corner of the couch. This past month, he hasn't slept in the same bed as me, he wouldn't even go near the bed. He's slept on the couch with nothing. Sometimes he wouldn't even sleep. I am worried.
    "Yo, are you okay? Do you need something?"
    "I-I'm ready to tell you all that happened."
I sat on the couch, gently and slowly so I wouldn't frighten him.
"Okay." I said, kind and gently.
"So at first Chris, the doctor, said that he needed to speak with me about your condition. He said that he wanted to take me out sometime, but I kindly refused. He asked if he could buy me a drink and I agreed. It wasn't anything flirtatious, or so I thought. I felt drowsy and I-I don't know how, but I was convinced to get in his car. But I don't remember any of it. It's just an empty black hole. And then it happened."
    "What's it?"
    "He-he r-raped me." Yo said, not even being able to produce tears because of how much he's cried already.
    He looked lifeless, yet hurt. Numb you could say. He looked as if he'd hit rock bottom. I felt terrible. I had to be strong for him though.
    "I'm sorry. It's all my fault."
    "Pha. The last thing I need is for you to be guilty. The only thing that might've prevented this is a time machine."
    "I'm so sorry."
    It got silent, which wasn't that bad. It gave us both time to think. I felt Yo's hand on mine. I was shocked, since he was scared of practically everyone's touch.
    "Y-Yo."
    "I'll get there eventually."
    "And I'll be there beside you, waiting and helping you with your recovery."
    "I want to call her."
    "Who?"
    "When I was talking to the police, she gave me a card. It had her daughters phone number. Her daughter was only fifteen when she was raped. She is now a therapist for victims of rape."
"D-do you want to call her now?"
He nodded. "A-alone."
I stood up. "I understand." I walked into our room and tried my hardest to process this. How could someone do such thing? I will never understand. Yo did nothing wrong. He didn't deserve this. Yo, I should've tried harder. I'm so sorry.
I laid down and just let the tears fall from my face.
About an hour later, my phone rang. It was Ming. I answered.
"Hello, P'Pha, he told you, right?" Ming asked.
"Mhm," I said, quietly.
"Are you okay? How is he doing?"
"How did you get him to not be afraid?"
"I-I dunno. He just trusted me. I'm not saying that he doesn't trust you, but just give him time."
"I gave him a whole month!"
"Pha, don't say something you'll regret. You couldn't possibly understand what he's going through."
"I just want him to be himself again!"
"I know, please just give him some more time. Alright?"
"I know," I said. "How did you know that he told me?"
"He's my best friend. I know everything."
    I laughed a little.
    "Anyways, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later."
    "Alright, Bye."
    "Bye, P'." He said and hung up.
    I put my phone on the charger and drifted off into sleep.
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