“Are you going to press charges against him?” I finally ask what I came here to ask. “Yeah.” “Don’t, please.” I stare into his eyes. “Tessa, you can’t do this. It isn’t fair.” “I know. I’m sorry, but if you press charges he’ll go to jail, to real jail.” The thought sends me into a panic again. “He broke my nose and I have a concussion; if he’d hit my head against that floor again, it would’ve killed me.”
Send him to prison jfc
