“For dancing!?!” I yelled, “No, actually I was distracted from that by the assault and attempted rape you moron!”
Blake looked shocked and sort of fell down to the ground and sat there staring into space.
There was a silence.
“Wh-what did I do?” Blake finally said.
I stared at him, slowly starting to process it, “You don’t remember, do you?”
There was a look of fear in his eyes that could not have been faked. I attempted to comfort him, “Don’t worry, it was just a couple of bruises, nothing more.”
He jumped up, “Just a couple of bruises? God, why are you even talking to me?”
He turned away, was he crying?
Finally he spoke again, his back still to me, “I managed to quit drinking on Fridays because I was with you. Then the guys started bugging me and convinced me to come to Dan’s party. I thought, well, I thought I was strong enough to resist any drink they offered but I wasn’t. Then I tried to dirty dance and that’s all I remember.”
I was silent for awhile and then slowly began to speak…