Catching Fireflies

A party she should have never gone to left Cris with no memory but hazy fragments of a night turned to hell. She got drunk and sick and someone took her home. Among the hazy fragments of memories was of an unidentified person in her head that put their hands on her body in ways she didn't want them to. The only evidence of who was a whispered name off of her lips

Ashley Jones.

Her newest next-door neighbor and her most recent flourishing relationship that had yet to bloom. Cris refused to believe he would do something like that to her, but her friends, out of protection for her own safety, kept her away from him. Little did any of them know, that there was much more to that night than just an accusation on Ashley.