Hannah stayed staring grace in the eyes. Her head twitched in utter disbelief, her eyebrows scrunched together slightly, her heart shattered. But he can't have, could he? That guy was so chilled and respectful and- if he touched grace once, Hannah thought she would kill him. Not one word had left her lips. All she could do was pull grace into a strong embrace full of heartbreak, anger, sympathy.
"Grace." Hannah mumbled into a tear-soaked shoulder. "Grace I am so sorry. I know that doesn't really help but I will do anything to make sure you're okay and that he is far away from you forever. That man- it's dead to me. What matters is that you're safe now, you're here, I'm here, he's never going near you again and I'll make sure of it."
Grace pulled Hannah in closer, the sound of his name causing her to shudder.
"I love you."
"I love you, grace."
"But it was terrible. He hurt me so much and I couldn't stop him and I couldn't breathe properly and everything was blurred and-"
"I know, sweetie." Hannah hushed her softly. "You don't need to think about that anymore. You want to go out somewhere? We can go out to eat somewhere?"
"Can we get nachos?" Grace asked, chester (and his character in Camp Takota) standing out boldly in her mind. Grace bawled once again, flopping down into her pillow. She was a mess. She needed to go out and get drunk and have fun and eat way too much and stay up all night with her best friend. Then she would feel better.
(remember, chester is super lovely and this is purely fictional)
