I grabbed Cameron’s hand, pulled him into a corner and began talking. “I got raped at a party toward the end of summer, okay? The guy was … amazing. I had just met him the day before and then he invited me to the party. I got drunk and he did stuff. Weeks later, I was pregnant and I asked … a … another guy to drive me somewhere. He didn’t ask anything just got me an abortion.â€?

Cameron cut me off. “Why the hell did you get Emmett to drive you?!â€?

“Shhhh! After that, Emmett and I were always together. We were the couple to be until he started hitting me. Now, his excuse is that if I go for anyone else, he’ll tell everyone what happened.â€?

I finished, waiting for Cameron to reply. When he didn’t, I had to look up at his face. He was staring at me intently, and then asked bluntly, “Who … raped you?â€?

I shrugged and Cameron growled.

“You know who it was, dammit. Who?â€? He pulled at his hair. “Please … please don’t tell me it was him.â€?

The tears that were threatening me finally spilled over. “But it was.â€?