Helanie:
After I had a talk with Norman, he let me rest. I was putting together all the details in my head so that I'd know what to say when I talked to everyone.
"So, you have finally come home?" Emma stormed in, making me jump and crawl away in bed.
"Look at you, acting all scared and traumatized. How are you traumatized now? You were fine then. How can someone suddenly feel so frightened and full of sadness after months have passed?" The look of disbelief on her face was what had bothered me all this time. This was what I had been so afraid of when thinking about telling someone about that night. The questions they would ask would be hard for me to answer. Because they weren't calculated responses; they were my emotions, my feelings.
"You lied about rape, didn't you? How can so many men have fucked you, and you still survived? You must have liked it," she placed her hands on her waist and yelled, almost like she was laughing at me.
