(TW: implications of statutory r@p3)

God it felt horrible.

Like no matter how many times you showered. You could seem to get the feeling of his hands on your body, or the taste of his saliva.

It all lingered like a cruel memory, and even now. Months after the incident, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell your brother. Tell him that his best friend hurt the one person he had been trying to protect.

It’d break his heart.

You were sat at dinner one day with all three of them, Tommy, Matty, and your brother Eddy. Your mind still going to the evil man who did this… Tyler…