“Go on, Ginevra,” Mr. Fonsworth prods me gently.
The room falls into silence. I fall into its abyss. Somehow it helps. I feel it is just Mr. Fonsworth and me.
“He grabbed me and…and touched me. He said many things, bad things, about me, about Pearl. He ripped my blouse open. The b…buttons flew, popped off. Now I get angry, for what he was doing, for what he has done to us. I start to push back. He grabbed me by the arms,” I show them, crossing my arms so each hand can grab the top of the opposite arm, “and he shook me, shook me so hard, it was…I lost my breath. He yelled at me, told me I was nothing, yelled at me to just do what he wants. He threw me against hard stonewall, banging my head. The pain…it makes me angrier. I pushed back. I kicked him, very hard. He let go and I ran out the
