"I'm being raped by my gym teacher, and boys can get raped," River argued and left the room. The nightmare had just come to life. Of course no one would believe an idiotic adolescent like you, he thought. They'd all believe the woman's word.
You were sitting in a seat, playing on your phone. His stomping made you look up and grin.
"So how'd it go, River?" you asked, but he left the station before you could get a reply. You took that as a bad and followed him outside.
River wouldn't stopped walking away from you. You grabbed his wrist, twisting him around. His tear-stained face made you pull him into your chest, rocking side to side, telling him that you'll get everyone to believe. You'll get him his justice.