I turned back to Kesha, “alright, I’ll do it.”
She nodded and I took my first step over the ledge of window. I took my step back. This is just one more thing you’re doing to make up for it. Her tone carrying more conviction, “I’m the one who was raped. Desma took a breath to protest but Kesha turned to her and shook her head, something about Kesha’s face was enough. I brushed down the hairs on the back of my neck trying not to panic again. Would you believe me if I told you I did not sleep well that night? I swallowed and relented as she pointed at the window. My answer was lame but honest, “I’m so sorry, it was an accident.”
Desma’s eyes narrowed, “you mean you accidentally raped my sister?” Kesha sobbed at the word. She only picked up her pace in response.
