As I walked my way out of the hospital, I was ahead of myself and Jacob followed me to my car. When I got closer to my car, I opened the driver's door, and sat inside on my front seat. I shut the door, kind of hard, almost slamming it.

Jacob knew where to go, and he opened his door and sat inside the car as well. I felt bad for Mandy. I didn't know what to say about the fact Mandy never told me she was raped.

I felt this rage, where I wanted to just scream. I was breathing hard, and I was speechless. I leaned my elbow against the door, hand was covering my mouth, looking out the window, as I was trying my hardest not to cry.

I stroked my hair with my fingers, where my hand squeezed it tightly and Jacob was to autistic to understand what was happening to me. I sighed, closing my eyes, and swallowed before opening my eyes once again. Mandy then called me from her hospital room, and I grabbed my cell phone from the cup holder where I had forgotten about taking it with me when I visited Mandy. I sighed, looking at the screen. I clicked on the answer button, and I helloed Mandy. Mandy then apologized about the fact she upset me.

I shook my head no, and I told her not to worry about it. I sniffed, and I shed a tear while still looking out the window. I was doing my best to be strong for Mandy.

After I hung up, I then started to cry harder. Mandy cried, too. Jacob saw me crying, and he took his hand and grabbed mine. I sighed, and smiled at Jacob after I turned my head away from the window to face Jacob. "Don't cry, it's going to be okay."

While sitting on the living room couch, alone, I kept staring at the television that was turned off. I heard thunder rolling and it was raining. I had so many things on my mind. It was dark outside, and inside my house, lights were turned off.

Mrs. Hutchinson then came into my house without knocking, because I allowed her to do so. Mrs. Hutchinson then closed the door, and she laid her umbrella on the floor. She laid her purse somewhere else.

I swallowed and I sighed. I cried all the way home. I was still crying and Mrs. Hutchinson oh honeyed me, and sat next to me on the couch. I was trying not to cry again, but then I couldn't hold it in. Mrs. Hutchinson then asked me what happened.

I told Mrs. Hutchinson my girlfriend has been raped.

Mrs. Hutchinson then grabbed me by the shoulder and we hugged once again. I cried into Mr. Hutchinson's shoulder and Mrs. Hutchinson kept shushing me, rocking me back and forth, rubbing my back gently. I hugged Mrs. Hutchinson tightly, and I just want for things to get better. It only seemed like things were just getting worse overtime.