Bella
“Wha-what?” my voice comes out softer than intended, my brain unable to comprehend what she just said.
“It’s true, Bella. I swear I’m not lying to you. I would never make up something like that about anyone. He-” she tries to explain further, her voice broken, but I cut her off, pulling her into a hug.
“I’m sorry, Elle. I’m so sorry,” I tell her, tears now flowing freely down my face.
“He forced himself on me, Bella. I trusted him and he hurt me. I hate him so much,” she says, her body now shaking with sobs, and I keep repeating how sorry I am. Wanting and needing to say more, to do more but not knowing what. I can’t even imagine what she went through. How could he do this to her? She loved him as a friend; we all did. What kind of sick monster does this to someone?
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