“Claire,” I said softly.

Her eyes flooded with tears.

“It’s nothing,” she said as she ran….straight into Mcclain.

“Hey, watch where you’re going beotch,” Mcclain snarled.

The tears were now pouring down Claire’s face, and she quickly ran into the bathroom, slamming the stall shut.

“You could be a little nicer, Mcclain, maybe you’d have a boyfriend then,” I yelled at her as I went after Claire.

I knew it was a lame comeback….

but I had better things to think about….

Claire needed me…

I ran into the bathroom hearing sobs coming from the last stall.

“Claire, hon, are you all right,” I asked, pushing open the stall door.

I saw Claire hunched over on the toilet seat, tear streaming from her face

“Oh Claire,.....what did they do to you,” I whispered, dropping my stuff and wrapping her in my arms.