"Come on. I'll take you home." I said as I saw her stopped sobbing.

She just nodded.

Urgh, whoever did this to her is sure dead.

We stood up then went to my car.

We didn't spoke in the entire ride except when she's telling me the direction.

Then we stopped at a not so big, not so small (medium) house. She lives here? No way, she's too gorgeous to be living here.

"I'm so sorry if we didn't had a chance to do the project. I was wondering if you're free tomorrow to do it instead?" She asked, still not energetic like before.

And wow, she's apologizing?

I was supposed to be that person.

Instead of apologizing, I said, "It's okay, It's not your fault. I'll see you tomorrow then after my volleyball practice?"

"Great, okay." She said slightly smiling. Then she opened the door. "Thanks. Bye."

Then I watched her entered the house safely and I drove off.

Katherine, what have I done?

I'm not that bitch and I felt really guilty for not showing up earlier.

What if the guy rape her? What if she died? What if she ended up in a hospital? And what if she'll hate me?