Trigger Warning

Chapter Four: Clarissa's POV

        I wasn't all that used to Emmett and Ana fighting-- it never happened. So when Ana called and asked if she could come over, that she was upset about a fight that she had just had with Emmett, I couldn't tell her no. She showed up to my door twenty minutes after the phone call, her mom had dropped her off. 

        "Hello, sweetie," I said, bringing her into my arms. These past few days the pregnancy had made her extremely hormonal, and she had been a range of happy, sad, angry, and irrational. Anastasia and I stood there for a moment, her head rested on my shoulder, her tears warming my skin through the thin fabric of my shirt. 

        We watched movies all night, and cuddled on the couch. Between the first two movies, How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days and Thirteen Going On Thirty, Anastasia talked about her fight with Emmett. "He asked if the baby was his?" I exclaimed. That was low, even for Emmett.

"He said his mom wanted to know," Ana said, "but that is total bullshit. He is obviously wanting to know, not her! She doesn't give a damn, about anything! Nonetheless my baby!"

        Between the second and third movie, which happened to be No Strings Attached, I told Ana about Danika.

"I hooked up with Danika at Calvin and Percy's party," I said. Ana lost all olor in her face at the mention of the party. She had acted weird ever since it, but I didn't think much about it. 

        "Danika," Anastasia paused, and shoveled a handful of cold popcorn into her mouth, "Gregory? Calvin's sister?"

        "Yeah," I reached for the popcorn, but pulled away. "Let's make a new batch of popcorn," I offered. Ana nodded. 

        "You have to tell me everything about your steamy night with the soccer captain's sister, though!" Anastasia said, getting off the couch with the bowl of popcorn. I followed her into the kitchen, and sat at the bar while she made our snack.

        "Well, I had been eying her since last year," I admitted. Ana nodded again, I had told her about my little crush on Danika before, but hadn't went into too much detail. "And that night we just kind of disappeared, hooked up, and then fell asleep."

        "That's why you didn't ever come to my room," Ana said, her face pale. 

        "Yeah, hope I didn't worry you or anything," I said, laughing. Ana just stared into the distance, and was silent. I got up, and walked over to her. "You okay, Ana?"

        Ana started crying, and moments later fell down in a mess of her own tears on my kitchen floor. She was sobbing madly, her voice coming out in wails of pain and horror-- I didn't know what to do. I just held her in my arms, and waited for her to stop crying. The microwaved dinged, signaling that our popcorn was done. My dad came into the kitchen, because it was midnight and there was a commotion occurring in his kitchen in the form of my best friend having a mental breakdown. I just waved him away, saying that I could handle her. He ran a hand over his bald head, and trecked back into his room wearing his robe and matching house shoes I had bought him for Father's Day two years ago. 

        Fifteen minutes later, Ana had calmed down. I took her to my bedroom, where we could shut the door and make a considerable amount of noise. 

        "What happened, Ana?" I asked. She shuddered, and began her story.

        "I-I thought it was you coming in," she paused, "I was already in bed, and you were still out in the party I assumed, so I just figured you would come to bed when you were ready,"

        "But it wasn't you, it wasn't and I wish it would have been. It was," she flenched as his name slipped through her teeth, "Calvin,"

        "He raped me that night, Clarissa, you have to--" she started crying again, this time small little whimpers. She sounded so broken, so weak. I felt so terrible for her. "You have to believe me,"

        "Oh, Anastasia," I picked her up out of my lap and pulled her close to me, "of course I believe you," I stroked her hair. "I don't see why I wouldn't,"

        We went back to the living room a little while later, and went through my Netflix queue until we found My Girl. That's what Ana fell asleep to-- the cries of poor Vada saying Thomas J couldn't see without his glasses.

        I glanced over at Ana, peaceful and asleep. She had one hand down in the empty popcorn bowl, one sprawled over her forehead. She had my My Little Pony blanket wrapped around her. That was my beautiful best friend, who was brutally attacked, and robbed of some parts of herself.

        It wouldn't have happened if it were I opening that door instead of Calvin Gregory.

        Calvin Gregory shouldn't have ever opened that door.