It was just my second semester of college. Well, community college, but it still counts officially. You hear all sorts of stories about bad things going down, things getting out of control, but you never expect to find yourself in the middle of a statistic.
"Su? Uh ... Su?"
She didn't respond.
"Su, what's going on here?"
She only sobbed harder.
So I tried harder. I sat up, tucked in my shirt, buttoned and zipped my pants. Rubbed my face, again and again, smelled the s*x in the room. A sticker on her dresser read Don't Be A Victim.
"Su—"
"Can't you shut the f**k up, you stupid piece of ass?!” After that outburst she went back to her regularly scheduled crying.
"Su ... whatever happened here ... I'm sorry, and let's not mention it to—"
"f**k, I'll tell whoever I want that I broke of
