Chapter 5

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I quickly called Marcus, he was one of the guys who helped me through everything, he picked up almost immediately. I put my back against the wall and slid down as he told me the news. I couldn't believe it. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Jason standing in the door. He sat beside me with his hand around my back as the tears rolled down my face. I hadn't told him what had happened but, he still somehow understood.
I let my head fall onto his shoulder as I cried for what felt like hours. I couldn't believe it. If I hadn't gone it wouldn't have happened. I wouldn't have let her out with him. I should have gone with my gut and knew something was wrong when she hung up without a quick message. I couldn't believe I had been so stupid!
He cradled me back and forth until I could stop myself from crying. A knot had began to form in my stomach from everything. The news, the crying, everything. I sat on the floor as he went down to bring up some food.
It was my fault. I got into the car and came here. I told her to have fun. I let all of this get in the way of my common sense. I knew she wouldn't be able to fight him off if she had tried anything. I couldn't believe it.
My best friend had just been raped and i hadn't been there to stop it.
Jason sat beside me with his hand on my knee.
"This isn't your fault, its not her's either. It's his. I swear if I get him.."
"Stop, Jason. Leave it. I need you to bring me home."
He looked at me surprised and then his eyes turned to regret.
I didn't understand what he was regretting.
I sat in silence the whole way home. Not even the radio was turned on. I would occasionally let a tear fall from my eye and he would turn and wipe it away, catching my hand and kissing it. We started to come really near the town.
"Where are you going to leave me off?"
He face became filled with confusion.
"What? Im dropping you at the hospital and coming in with you,"
"I thought you didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea."
"There going to figure it anyway, we may as well be the first to tell them."
He pulled up to the hospital, took my hand and walked in, never leaving my side.

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