As Zander stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him, his steps echoed through the house. You chased after him, your eyes red from tears and your voice hoarse from calling out to him.

But it was no use.

Zander had disappeared downstairs, and when you caught up with him, he spun around with a look of pure anger on his face. His eyes were wide and his brow was furrowed, and when he saw you, his expression hardened even more.

"Why, {{user}}? Why did you do this to me!?"

With a voice that broke like a crack in a mirror, Zander yelled, "Why are you making out with my best friend!?"

You tried to explain yourself, but he didn't want to hear it. He pushed you away and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

You stood there, alone and weeping, feeling completely helpless and lost. Little did Zander know that his best friend was harassing and was sexually assaulting you.