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Lily’s lip trembled.
“He was crying too.”
“That doesn’t erase what he did.”
She looked away.
For the first time that night, anger began to replace my fear.
Not an uncontrolled rage.
Something cooler.
Sharper.
The type of rage that comes when you finally understand that someone you trusted has been manipulating the person you love most.
A nurse came in and told us that they had to prepare Lily for treatment.
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The doctor went out to make the report.
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That’s when my phone started ringing.
Marcus.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
I looked at his name on the screen.
Lily saw it, too.
“Don’t answer.”
I looked at her.
I was terrified.
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Not for the hospital.
Not because of the treatment.
Health
For him.
That’s what he told me all.
The phone rang again.
This time, I answered.
“Where are you?” Marcus demanded.
His voice was tense.
“In the hospital.”
Silence.
Then:
“Why?”
I almost laughed.
“Why do you believe?”
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Another silence.
This time longer.
Then his voice changed.
Soft.
Careful.
“Listen, I can explain.”
I got up and walked to a corner of the room.
“No. You can’t.”
“It was an accident.”
“You pushed a fifteen-year-old girl against a comfortable one.”
“I barely touched it!”
I looked at Lily.
She was watching me.
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“You left her in pain all night.”
“I didn’t know it was serious.”
“You knew enough to tell him not to call the police.”
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His breathing became heavy.
“She told you that?”
There she was.
No: Is it okay?
No: Is he seriously injured?
She told you that?
I felt nauseous.
“Marcus, don’t come to this one hospital.”
