THANKS FOR READING! And yes, I still own nada.
Even though Amanda drives like she's on high-speed chase, I still feel like it's taking forever to get to the hospital. But I know why. I've never been on this side of the equation. The victim's side.
I'm the one the victims come to, when some creep hurts them. I'm supposed to be the hero in this, the one who gets justice for them. Not the one who is looking for justice for herself.
I must have been crying a lot more noticeably then I thought, because Amanda reaches over and squeezes my hand.
"Olivia, I know we don't know each other yet on a personal level, but I'll get you through this. I promise."
"Uh…thanks."
We stay silent the rest of the rest of the trip, as I wonder how that's ever going to happen.