Chapter 8:

A few months had passed after the incident, and we were doing fine. We treated each other as a small family, and we each took turn cooking, doing dishes, and cleaning. It was all going fine, until the night…

Anthony had been at a party.

That party was for adults.

The adults brought alcohol.

Anthony drank the alcohol.

Anthony got drunk.

This time, I was the victim.

He was my best friend, yet he had taken this to the next level.

People become different when they're drunk.

Anthony had raped me…

As I sat there afterwards, him passed out on the bed next to me, I was forced to think about my whole stay with Ian and Anthony. For some reason, I felt as though me moving in was a burden. I felt as though I was intruding, and I shouldn't have asked this much of them. I stood…

I moved…

I walked away…

I opened the door…

I left…

"Shane, can you please come pick me up?" I was crying now, sitting on the bench where Ian and Anthony had found me. After giving him my exact location, he pulled up later. I called Ian as soon as I was in Shane's car. "Ian…I know you're probably worried about me, but I'm safe. Shane has me. I think it might be best if I move in with him…I think I caused you a lot of trouble…and Anthony…h-he…raped me…and…It wasn't his fault. I know he was drunk but…I still think it's best if I move in with him…"

"…"

"…Ian?"

"I understand…Just…Keep in touch, ok?"