"M-Maybe we should call the police. I mean, he was attacking me and I have rights. The right to defend myself. You can see in that video that he was on me, slapping me, then trying to force me to do things sexually. That's some type of–"
"Katerina, please," Justin said, cutting me off, "You don't need to call anyone. Just stay calm and remain in your room."
"But this won't just go away!" I whispered fiercely into the phone.
"I know that, but we don't need to involve the police. Think about the person we are dealing with here," he said quietly. Pulling on my lips, I remained quiet. “I'll take care of it, don't worry."
There were those magic words again and somehow, I believed him. It wasn't just his comforting confidence and flat tone. There was something about it being him that mad
