“Should I come back later?” I asked Mandy, hearing her sniffles while wiping away her tears.
Unsure of shutting the door behind me and wondering if I should make a run for it. Tears don’t frighten me but the knowledge of having to comfort her wasn’t appealing to me.
Tears reminded me of weakness and not because I determined it that way but my conscience made the decision for me. The feeling of knowing how I cried and begged my attackers to let me go and stop. Remembering how they laughed at me like demons straight from hell, telling me how they enjoy having me cry…
“Don’t be insane.” She sniffled. “I was just watching a movie with a very emotional and stupid ending.” She pointed out.
I chuckled to cover up my jitters and softly closed the door behind me. Thinking for a moment someon
