Silver peeled into Naomi's driveway and saw her best friend exiting her beat up car her sister was forcing her to drive. Naomi stopped and stared at the ground, studying the interlocking stones on her driveway. She knew why Silver was here.
As she turned off the Vespa, Silver stepped off and took her glasses off along with her helmet. Cautiously she stepped over to Naomi and frowned, but before she could say anything, Naomi spoke.
"Navid called.." Naomi paused, and pushed a tiny pebble around with the edge of her flip flop. "I just got back from the police station."
Silver noted the hurt and fear in her best friend's voice and it made her stomach drop. "Nay, that's good. That's so good. I mean it doesn't change what he did, but now he's gone for good." She spoke softly and carefully.
"I'm sorry for not telling you."
Deciding she'd been cautious enough, Silver stepped forward and wrapped Naomi in a tight hug. "Don't you dare apologize" Naomi met Silver's embrace and hugged her best friend back, shutting her eyes tight. After a few moments Silver gently grabbed Naomi's shoulders and looked into her tear-filled eyes, that her own eyes almost began to mimic. "You have nothing to be sorry for. Absolutely nothing…There is no adjective in the English language to describe how absolutely despicable that man is. And what he did to you.." She shuddered. "You have nothing to be sorry for."
Naomi looked down between them again, studying her driveway. Silver let go of her shoulders and looked down also, but only for a second. "If anything, I'm the one who should be sorry."
This caught Naomi's attention and she looked up at her friend. "Wha-what? Why?"
"For the way I treated you. Like nothing was different-"
"Nothing was different. Silver you didn't know. No one did. And honestly, that's more than I could've ever asked for from you. When I said I was fine, you didn't press for information. You let it go. You treated me like everything was normal. And that's what I wanted. I wanted to feel normal. Or close to normal. I didn't want to think about…" She took a breath and exhaled sharply. "So thank you."
"You are more than welcome." She shrugged. "Anything, I can do for you, just please, let me know.."
"Just, don't act any different. Please."
Silver nodded her head slowly, and smiled sadly. "Okay."
"Oh, and I already told Navid not to tell anyone, but if you could maybe.."
She shook her head and clichély pretended to zip her lips. "It's not my story to tell." She said with a small nod. "Whenever you're ready."
Naomi gave an appreciative nod and shrugged. "Well I figured I'd start with a therapist… I don't know since it's been almost four months…I have my first appointment tomorrow."
"Nay, that's great." Silver said sincerely.
"I was wondering if.. I don't know, maybe you could…possibly, drive me there?" She shrugged. "And, and maybe stay..?"
Silver nodded instantly. "Of course Nay, anything." She offered a small sympathetic smile, to which Naomi gave a small appreciative one.
Naomi wiped her eyes quickly and let out a huff, "Well. I am going to redo my makeup and you and I are going out for some FroYo." Naomi said almost as confidently as ever.
She couldn't help but smile, as Silver watched Naomi turn on her heel and head into the house. She may have been bruised and broken, humiliated and violated, but one thing was sure;
Nothing could keep Naomi Clark down for long.
**AUTHORS NOTES** So here it is, as promised. I know it's short, but I figured the story was slowly coming to a close anyway in the last chapter. Now, here's the thing; If this chapter/entire story gets some more reviews in the next little while, I may add one more chapter about Naomi's first therapy session. But again, that will all depend on your thoughts and opinions. So for now, I hope you enjoyed it. :)
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