That’s who I am now. Not the naive girl Trent knew. Not the gullible friend Tasha had. Not the depressed sister who spent the two weeks following her rape in bed pretending to have the flu. It only took Eric one of those to figure out that something else was up, and he pressed me for answers. Pleaded with me to share my burden. To tell him what happened between me and Tasha at her house, which is where I lied and told him and Mama I was going to be. Only once did he ask if something happened with Trent, but I denied it so quickly, so vehemently, he let it go completely.
