It felt so good being in his arms again. Normally I would’ve drifted off to sleep after we had sex, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Kim. I had to do something. Something drastic. The next morning, Chase knew I was visibly shaken and wanted to stay with me, but I begged him to go to class. “Do you need me to go with you?” he asks brewing a pot of coffee. “No,” I say, “I think it should just be me and her.” He nods. “Whatever you decide to do, I support you one hundred percent.” He cups my hand in his and massages it. After he leaves, I open my laptop and my mind starts churning. I decide I’d have to try to convince Kim to go to the police. It’s stupid, it’s wrong, it’s hypocritical. How could I convince someone to go to the police who I didn’t even know that well and I hadn’t gone to them myself? I really didn’t know anyone in the group besides Kim and Amy and I didn’t have either of their phone numbers, so I went the group’s Facebook page and grabbed Amy’s number off of it.
