"Oh." Her face softened. "I'll be right back I just need to go get dressed." She walked over to the staircase and climbed a few of the steps before looking back. "Make yourself at home."

I watched as she walked up stairs. I waited for a few minutes unsure about what to do. Was I the only person that hated when people told them to make themselves at home? I decided to sit on the couch so that I wouldn't be in the way if Jenny wanted to set in one of the chairs.

My nerves were skyrocketing. I really hoped that Lachlan wasn't around to hear this. I knew that he probably knew about his mother's rape but the less people that knew about mine the better. That's the last thing I wanted to go around school.

"Alright." Jenny said walking into the room and sitting down in the chair diagonal from me. "What did you want to tell me?" She asked.

"Um... I'm not for sure that I actually want to talk about it." I fumbled with my shirt end. "I'm not ready yet."

Jenny nodded, "I completely understand. It took me a couple months before I was ready to talk to anyone about it. Just take your time."

"He told you?" I gulped, shocked.

"I know a little bit about it from Rowan. He didn't know what to do when he found out it was your journal." I felt revealed that she wasn't going to pressure me into speaking about it. I felt sorta glad that Rowan told his mom but I felt a little betrayed. I don't think I could say it myself. I just wasn't ready yet to open up to people.

"I'm guessing you're wanting to know how it happened." She said.

"Not if it will upset you." I said sincerely. I didn't want to cause Jenny any pain by bring up those memories.

She shook her head, "No it's fine. I've talked to a lot of people about it."

How? How could she just talk about it like it was a normal conversation? I couldn't even come to terms with it myself so how would I expect others to understand?

"It happened when I was nineteen, a freshman in college. I went to a party with my friends, just like every other Friday night. We were drinking and having fun and like normal freshman we wanted to prove that we could hold our liquor. I got separated from my friends but I don't remember being worried. I was just focused on having the time of my life.

"It was just part of the fun to get dressed up, show what you got. Most of the girls wore revealing outfits that were meant to catch a guy's attention. I was no exception. Looking back on it now I would have worn something less revealing, but not because I feel like it was too revealing but because I think it would have saved me from that experience. Maybe I wouldn't have attracted his attention. As much as I don't like that, it's the reality.

"The guy was a stranger. I had never seen him on campus before but that was a common occurrence with how big the college was. I remember I thought he was cute and he was older. We were having fun together, dancing.

"He asked me if I wanted to go somewhere private to talk and I said yes. Being the naive younger woman that I was I thought that meant we were actually going to talk and get to know each other.

"He lead me to another room in the dorm away from the party and away from people. It was his room, I believe. I didn't even know the guy's name. It was so stupid. I should have left to find my friends but instead I went with him.

"We started to kiss and I was into it until his hands started to wonder up my shirt. I told him to stop. I was pushing his hands back down to his sides but he pushed me back onto the bed and started kissing me more. I tried to break the kiss but he wouldn't stop. He undressed me and I was still fighting but it took him almost no effort to overpower me. I knew by now what was happening. He used me. No one came to my rescue. No one heard me crying for help.

"When he left to go to bathroom and I got up and ran out of the room. I ran to my dorm. I went inside and took a shower trying to rub off him. That night I cried for six hours straight. My friends came back and wanted to know what was wrong but I didn't say a word to them. I didn't speak to anyone about it for months. My grades were falling, putting me behind on my schedule to becoming a lawyer.

"Finally my parents realized something was going on and they had a talk with me. I told my mother what happened and I think she was heartbroken. She didn't know what to do. My father was angry, he wanted revenge. They went with me to the police. They had me meet with a sketch artist and describe my attacker. They weren't able to find him based on my description. What I needed was a name. If I would have went to the cops sooner they would have had a better chance at catching the guy. I would have had fresh detailed descriptions of the guy that might have picked him out of all the others, a tattoo somewhere or a scar. I wish I would have told someone that night. I could have gotten a rape kit and gotten his DNA. I could have stopped him from doing that to anyone else." Jenny finished her story.

She was crying but you knew how hard she was fighting it. "I'm sorry." I said not knowing what else to say.

"I know how hard it can be to talk about it. But please Lennon don't wait to tell the right people. Don't wait as long as I did. Because of me there is a rapist walking the streets still preying on women. You have the power to make him pay for what he did to you."

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