and it haunted my deepest darkest dreams, but to live with the memories forever? I felt horrible for her.
I reached out to her and gave her a hug. She hugged me back, and then started into the story again. “I found out later that Emily told those boys to do that. I overheard her talking to her friends, bragging like it was an amazing achievement. I didn’t call her out on it. How could I? Everyone thought the world of Emily and I was no one. I remained friends with her, and began plotting a way to get back at her. I will never forgive Emily for what she did to me. Not only did she ruin my reputation, but she organized my rape. I still have nightmares from that day. I can still hear their voices, feel their grubby hands touching me, and smell their sweat. It haunts me and it follows me everywhere I go.
I’m not the only person she’s manipulated and turned against, there are many more like me, and in a way she did the same to you. It may not have been as bad as what I endured but it was still horrible all the same. You’ve said you want to make her pay for what she did to you and I have a way to make that happen. You and everyone else she has ever hurt wants to get her back for what she did.” Tiffany looked up at me, her eyes were cold.
“I can’t believe she did that.” I said my voice breaking.
“She did though. I’ve always wanted to know why.” Tiffany said her voice just above a whisper.
“I’ll help you.” I told her and hugged her again. “Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll help you. No one should have to go through what you did.”
“I was hoping you would say that. Before I tell you what I have planned, I want to make one thing clear. Do not breathe a word to anyone about my sexuality. I’m not ready for the world to know.” Her voice was dark and almost threatening.
“I won’t tell anyone. It’s not my news to tell.”
She watched my face with intensity and decided that I meant what I said. “Good. I’ll talk to you about the plans later, right now I feel drained.” She said and suddenly sounded exhausted. I nodded, “That’s fine, take your time. Good plans always take a lot of time.”
Tiffany yawned, stretched and stood up. “I’m going to call it a night.”
“All right, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said getting up and then I gave her a hug before she went to her room.
I slowly undressed, while I thought about Tiffany’s story. I couldn’t believe someone could be so cruel. What did Tiffany ever do to deserve it other than being gay? I felt enraged and saddened for her. Then a fleeting thought darkened my mind; just exactly how many people has Emily been with and does she have an STD? I hope that she doesn’t but now I feel disgusted over what I did with her. If I knew the kind of person that she is, it never would have happened in the first place, but then Emily would have found some other way to damage my reputation, since that’s what she does. Gabriel would have ended up with me no matter what.
I put on pajamas, turned out the light and crawled into bed. I closed my eyes and decided that I was going to get tested for STDs just in case. Just as I was settling down, I heard sobs from Tiffany’s room. I couldn’t help but think about those dark nights I’ve had when I remember my own rape. I wanted someone to hold me and tell me that everything was going to be okay, but no one was there.
I got out of bed and entered Tiffany’s room. A black light gleamed against a wall and posters of horror movie villains eerily glowed as they sneered at me. There were also shelves of little figurines that I couldn’t quite see. If it was any other time I would have examined each one, but Tiffany was in need of a friend. I saw her lying in her bed shaking with sobs. I sat down next to her, “Tiffany, I’m here.” I told her and lay down. I held her and brushed her hair with my hand as she cried. She didn’t say anything, and neither did I. Eventually Tiffany
I reached out to her and gave her a hug. She hugged me back, and then started into the story again. “I found out later that Emily told those boys to do that. I overheard her talking to her friends, bragging like it was an amazing achievement. I didn’t call her out on it. How could I? Everyone thought the world of Emily and I was no one. I remained friends with her, and began plotting a way to get back at her. I will never forgive Emily for what she did to me. Not only did she ruin my reputation, but she organized my rape. I still have nightmares from that day. I can still hear their voices, feel their grubby hands touching me, and smell their sweat. It haunts me and it follows me everywhere I go.
I’m not the only person she’s manipulated and turned against, there are many more like me, and in a way she did the same to you. It may not have been as bad as what I endured but it was still horrible all the same. You’ve said you want to make her pay for what she did to you and I have a way to make that happen. You and everyone else she has ever hurt wants to get her back for what she did.” Tiffany looked up at me, her eyes were cold.
“I can’t believe she did that.” I said my voice breaking.
“She did though. I’ve always wanted to know why.” Tiffany said her voice just above a whisper.
“I’ll help you.” I told her and hugged her again. “Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll help you. No one should have to go through what you did.”
“I was hoping you would say that. Before I tell you what I have planned, I want to make one thing clear. Do not breathe a word to anyone about my sexuality. I’m not ready for the world to know.” Her voice was dark and almost threatening.
“I won’t tell anyone. It’s not my news to tell.”
She watched my face with intensity and decided that I meant what I said. “Good. I’ll talk to you about the plans later, right now I feel drained.” She said and suddenly sounded exhausted. I nodded, “That’s fine, take your time. Good plans always take a lot of time.”
Tiffany yawned, stretched and stood up. “I’m going to call it a night.”
“All right, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said getting up and then I gave her a hug before she went to her room.
I slowly undressed, while I thought about Tiffany’s story. I couldn’t believe someone could be so cruel. What did Tiffany ever do to deserve it other than being gay? I felt enraged and saddened for her. Then a fleeting thought darkened my mind; just exactly how many people has Emily been with and does she have an STD? I hope that she doesn’t but now I feel disgusted over what I did with her. If I knew the kind of person that she is, it never would have happened in the first place, but then Emily would have found some other way to damage my reputation, since that’s what she does. Gabriel would have ended up with me no matter what.
I put on pajamas, turned out the light and crawled into bed. I closed my eyes and decided that I was going to get tested for STDs just in case. Just as I was settling down, I heard sobs from Tiffany’s room. I couldn’t help but think about those dark nights I’ve had when I remember my own rape. I wanted someone to hold me and tell me that everything was going to be okay, but no one was there.
I got out of bed and entered Tiffany’s room. A black light gleamed against a wall and posters of horror movie villains eerily glowed as they sneered at me. There were also shelves of little figurines that I couldn’t quite see. If it was any other time I would have examined each one, but Tiffany was in need of a friend. I saw her lying in her bed shaking with sobs. I sat down next to her, “Tiffany, I’m here.” I told her and lay down. I held her and brushed her hair with my hand as she cried. She didn’t say anything, and neither did I. Eventually Tiffany
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