~Kevin~ That summer, a few years ago, was the worst day of her life, and mine. An old friend of mine stole her away from me, Ben, and everyone else. Although I thoguht I knew him, I shouldn't have let him meet her at all. There was so many things that were wrong with his head that could make even the creepiest, most perverted, most sick minded man hold his head in shame. She was so scared of him, but she still shook his hand and hung out with him and I. Although the didn't seen like much, he was. He nearly took her innocence. When we had found her she was scared, tired, drugged and being bound and gagged. After Ben called the poice and I got him and his sick intentions off of her, I beat him, I didn't care if I got charged with anything I hated seeing her laying there, helpless, defenceless, motionless, and scared. I stood up abruptly, shaking the harsh memory. I apologized and ran to the hallway just to be alone. I hated having to always run away from her. I sat against the wall. I wanted to run back in and apologize to her but I knew that I couldn't. It wouldn't be fair to her, knowing that that day would haunt her forever. I knew that my impluses were stupid and selfish and I hated them, but I couldn't help them and I didn't know why. The thoughts of that day still swam in my head as I pulled out my phone. I stared at it, remembering the call made desperately by Ben.
That call saved her, in so many ways. Ben's voice shook in fear as he spoke to the other line. He was terrified, and I couldn't blame him, I was too. I couldn't stand to see her in pain and I still can't.
I walked back to her room, still shaking with my own emotions. I shouldn't have left, because when I came back she was crying. She was crying so hard that she could hardly breathe. I ran to her bedside and held her close. "I'm no sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry." I hated to see her cry. I didn't want her to cry anymore because of me. I was going to make it stop.