“Why-y-y?” My voice is broken, and I’m vaguely aware of the tears on my cheeks, now wetting the sheets on the bed. “Why?” Dan echoes, bringing his face close to mine. “Why? Your asshole boyfriend taped himself fucking my sister—that’s why.” His warm breath on my face feels like mud. “Whoa!” Molly says loudly. “I thought you said you were only taking some pictures of her!” “We are… and maybe a little video,” Steph responds. “No way! Hell no, dude—you can’t have him rape her!” Molly shouts.
Omg Molly I knew you wouldn't let this happen
