"I know that he shouldn't have done what he did." I say a little softer this time. I shake my head, balling my hands in fists on my lap. I feel the end of the spoon squish into my palm.
"But honestly, I really just want to... want to forget it happened. There's not really m-much I could do anyway, I'm old enough to live on my own so police would probably not get involved."
"But... you could put your case under assault." I knew he wouldn't just let it go easily.
"No, Dennis I've already said I don't want... I don't want anybody to know about this."
He sighs, knowing that he has to accept defeat. He places the tub of ice cream on my lap, giving me the okay to eat the rest of it if I want. I really don't want to worry him, but why do I get the feeling that's exactly what I'm do
