Elena
"I'm sorry," I whispered. I stared down at the cream colored carpet in Matthew's bedroom. We sat in here on his bed for about an hour after we talked to his parents without saying a single word. I felt too weak to even talk.
My limbs felt heavy and my muscles ached. It was worse than running those five miles with Matt. I just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry myself to sleep. I didn't know if I had angered Matt or upset him by challenging his father the way that I had and I was too scared to ask. The only comfort I had was his large, warm hand resting on my lower back.
"It's okay. You were defending yourself. If anyone should be sorry, it should be me. I should have defended you. I should have-"
"It's your father. I understand if you're upset with me for what I did. I should
