“Nathan cheats on me,” Lola whimpers, “He drinks and beats on me, and he-”
Lola’s talking to me, but she’s also putting it together. I can see it in her eyes; she’s never said these things aloud. I didn’t either till I got the help I needed to get away.
Her tears spill over as the words pour out as Lola explains everything that happened. She mentions horrible instances of him hurting her for no reason and forcing her into s*x nightly.
He even allows his friend to gawk and touch Lola without her permission. Again, this is a situation I know all too well. Lola doesn’t have to give me details as I have lived through all this myself.
I open my arms to her when I think she’s finished. She dives into me, crying. I want to kiss her sorrows away, but I hold.
“I’m sorry, Lola,” I say, comforti
