The knock on the door surprised me. I wasn't expecting anybody and I was hoping no one would come either. I didn't have any plans other than to sleep maybe. I just didn't want to see anybody- myself was enough company for the day. When I opened the door, she stood there in tears. Before I could say a word, she reached for my torso and the next thing I felt was the wetness of her tears on my shoulder. I've never been really good at this kind of situations but I just stood there and held her.
When she let go, her makeup was just a blur in her face, and I was sure part of it was now on my shirt; but that wasn't a concern at the moment. She didn't look good. I felt sorry for her- I looked at her and I wanted to protect her like she were my little sister but whatever I needed to do, I was too late for it.
"Would you have a beer with me?" she said in the middle of a sob. I nodded and followed her to the kitchen.
When we were finally sitting, I sipped my beer quietly, hoping I'd know what to do when my time to do something would come. But what could have hurt so much for her to be like this? A break up? Someone close died? But that didn't make sense. She wouldn't come to me for that. We were never really that close. Not as much as we were right there.
"I was raped," she said. I think I almost felt the beer making its way back from my stomach. She was sitting there, in front of me. So damn vulnerable.
It's so hard to write this without feeling guilty in a way. I try so hard to tell my friends to do good, to take care of themselves, to be careful, to choose wisely and when something like this happens, I wonder if I didn't try hard enough.
You were there for her when she needed someone to go to, that was all that you could do. There are some things that happen that we just couldn't be there to help prevent. Unfortunately, rape is a difficult thing to predict. Just helping her get through this and helping her report the crime will do her and other women justice.
ReplyDeleteIRT 80s: Ya, I can only imagine what people in 2050 will think of our men wearing their pants halfway down or past their asses. Hahahah!!!
if i were in your shoes, i would probably react the same thing. i'm clueless and felt like i have not did anything. but of course, listening and being there for her is good enough. sometimes when we're down, what we just need is a company.
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Sometimes all you can do is let them hurt and make sure they know you're there for them. Words won't make the hurt go away but a shoulder to cry on always helps.
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that is a really tough situation to bde in, in all honestly you handled it in the best way you could. and you were being there for her was the best thing you could do.
ReplyDeleteno one really knows how to react to something like that, you kind of just deal with it , the best way you know how.
I hope to read more of you blog soon
kendra
p.s. thank you for post a comment on my blog... it was one of my first and you wouldnt not believe how happy i was , to know at least someone was reading.
My goodness! That is sad and tough. I guess, if I were there, I would give her my silence, ears and shoulders.
ReplyDeleteBeing there for someone who needed you is the best thing we can do for our near and dear ones...you have done it dear...
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ReplyDeleteThe guy is currently in jail and she told me she was gonna follow up and press charges. We haven't talked since but I'll make sure that doesn't go on for too long.
ReplyDeleteLydia: Thank you. I can't imagine how hard this must have been for her- but I'm still not over the shock myself. I know being there for her was the right thing, if not the only thing to do, but I still wish I could have done more.
And I still wonder if guys look at their mirrors before they leave their houses and if they do, how they could show me something I have not asked to see yet. *sighs*
iNa: Indeed. Thank you for your comment. I just hope I was good enough company.
Stephany: That's what I love about shoulders, they're so much needed but yet free! Thank you for stopping by.
Kendra: Thank you, stay tunned as I try my best to post daily.
And I'm always reading. I'm addicted to stories and lucky me we all have different ones to tell. When I browse blogs I become amazed at how different yet similar we are. Keep writing!
Nelonie: It certainly was. It was the second time that a friend comes to me for the same reason and it just isn't an easy situation to handle. I just hope that in some way, I delivered what she expected me to, and that she's aware that I'm there for her no matter what.
Elizabeth: Thank you, I truly hope so!
Kay: Done!
Wow... That's shocking. Its people who do things like that who put a whole in the idea that we are innately good. Something must go horrible wrong along the line for someone to even think about doing that. I hope you are both alright and I hope he rots in prison for the rest of his life.
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