One in Four

by Lucinda Berry

I admired a woman who could rock a good suit, and she was definitely slaying in her black Armani.

im sorry i laughed

He was out there still. Every day. She felt him. Watching her . . . that was the last thing he whispered in her ear. After he thought she’d fallen asleep. She faked it well.

We lived with predators, and then they told us to not be afraid. And once you’ve seen a predator? Well, you can pretty much spot them almost everywhere. That’s what she wanted to yell from the rooftops—Mamas, grab your daughters and lock them up. It’s not safe to exist in these parts. On these streets.

“Ohmigod.

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“I’m not going anywhere near that place or those people again. That’s got bad juju. I’ve never been around a dead body before, you know that?

I pulled my arm away. I hadn’t done anything wrong. Why was he looking at me that way? “What are you talking about, Spencer?” “I know what it’s like to be ugly inside. I see you.”

???? Clocked her

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So, all he did was confirm what she already knew—one in four girls experience a form of sexual assault by the time they’re twenty-four.

This was it. Things would shift when I left the hotel. Almost like they’d been waiting on me to give them their next step, like I did every day. They wouldn’t all be here when I got back. Maybe none of them would. A lump of emotion rose in my throat.

But you know who’s responsible for Paris’s death?” She shoved her face even closer to mine. “You are, Laurel. You.”

THE WAY SHE LITERALLY ISNT??? HOW ABOUT THE 5 FUCKING DUDES WHO RAPED HER????????

“Please stop. Don’t hurt her, Gia. Please, Gia. She didn’t have anything to do with this. Do whatever you want with me. Just please, leave her alone. I’m begging you.”

shes literally helping in keeping u hpstage??????