"What do you think the bruises meant?," She questioned, "Was....do, do you think he was abused? Do you think he, he killed himself?" she questioned looking down at her lap.
"I don't think he would have done that to you." I assured her.
"I hate this so much" she said with a few tears running down her checks.
"I'm so sorry. So, so sorry" I told her
The next day was consisted of Jessie crying, listening to music, and more crying.
She wanted to watch a movie, and she started to cry.
She wanted to go for a walk, and ended up crying again.
She can't get a walking stick until Monday afternoon which was in 3 days.
The door flew open and one of our friends, Hannah, came in not bothering to close the door and ran over to Jess.
"Oh gosh Jess. I just got the news. I'm so terribly sorry, are you doing okay?" she asked and sat down next to her.
"I don't know, do I look good, Hann?" Jess sobbed.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't know how to...I just don't know what to say." Hannah's head dropped.
"It's okay, I'm sorry, I'm just....I'm just broken" She cried again.