“Why are you so mad?” she asks in a whisper. “Why am I so mad?” I come back up, with squared shoulders, as I walk into her again. Hands at my sides as my mouth touches her forehead. Enraged, I shout, “Because he forced you to…” I can’t even say it. “Because, no one is allowed to touch you but me.” I can’t even think straight. The thought of what he did makes me crazy and knowing that it actually happened makes me want to cut somebody.
