The devil has bangs

The Devil Has Facebook

I can't stay here for much longer. The cops will come looking. But I still have 2 cases I've promised to, left in Harringdale.

I'm meeting Eva in a support group today. I tried to get her to tell the deets online but she insisted I come as she only wants to have to tell the story once. I respected that.

15 people gathered in a circle as I sat down making 16. Eva is sitting across from me. We know each other but don't introduce. Each person begins sharing their story.

"I was only 12 when it first happened"

"We tried to tell the cops but no one believed us"

"My friends laughed at the thought of him wanting me"

I shuttered. Even though I don't have friends. I can't imagine what it's like losing one. Especially to a tale like this.

Eva was next. She perked up like she was ready to put on a show..

"We met at a friends birthday party. He was super funny and always wanted to hang out. I thought he liked me. " She slightly smiled then turned dark.

"..Then one night we were drinking and he wanted to kiss me. I was super excited but it went too far. I wanted to stop but he kept going. I said maybe we should go on a date first but he wouldn't listen.."

She started crying and didn't want to speak any further but then..

"I'm not afraid to say it. We should hold our offenders accountable! His name was Russle Davis!"

"Excuse me. We don't share names here. It's more about the experience.."

As they begin to argue, I walk out to begin my research.

I find him on Facebook easily. He's still on her friends list. Maybe she's keeping tabs as well.

He looks the type. Pink shirt. Big smiles and multiple sunsets. Every picture.

Maybe I should message him. Typical flirty girl stuff. I saw his profile and think he's cute.

But then I notice.. he's going to the St.Patricks day party at a bar in Shila town. 

Guess it's time to meet him.