you were raped, 5 hours ago. you went to the hospital, your boyfriend by your side the whole time. even when they took pictures for evidence. he drove you home, you lived at his place. he brought you upstairs, you weren’t talking, he didn’t blame you. he brought you into his bathroom, helping you get undressed. you trusted him, he knew that. next he got undressed, and spoke softly, trying not to look too much at my bruises.

“in baby..” he said quietly as he helped me get into the shower.