Robert stood, looking at the closed door. He knew it would be a really bad decision to start speaking, but he took the risk. “Are you SURE that was the right thing to do?” Greg whirled around, his eyes wide with anger. “What the fuck did you WANT me to do? Actually FORGIVE him?” Robert looked panicked, and answered “Well, no, of course not.” “I knew it.” Greg’s laugh was a sort of sarcastic one. “You always wanted James, didn’t you. I saw the way you looked at him. You had ‘fuck me’ written across your forehead. Well, there he goes. Go get him.” Robert was devastated, and couldn’t help but cry. Greg sighed and looked up at the ceiling. ‘When will you ever learn to shut the fuck up?!’ he asked himself. “Robert…I’m sorry. I’m just so stressed and shit.” Robert nodded and was still crying. Greg saw there was more to this. “Robert…what’s wrong?” Hearing the comfort made him cry harder. “I…hate him…so much….last week…he…he..” Greg was getting more concerned. “He did what?” “James raped me.”