Klarissa's POV
"Can't he just leave us alone?" I asked angrily.
"He has Kiara and Sarah who actually like him. Can't he just do it with them? Why does he want to do it with every girl? He could be jailed for this! We have to expose him. He needs consequences for his actions. You can't just rape people and get away with it." I was so mad. Of what he'd done to Lily. Of what he'd done to so many innocent girls, and would continue to do.
I noticed Lily was a crying mess, and my ranting probably wasn't helping. So I took her hand, and lead her over to a bench outside the hall.
I wrapped my arms around her. It was also extremely cold. I let her sob into my shoulder.
"Seeing him again brought back some bad memories, huh?" I asked.
She nodded.
"I just can't get it out of my head no matter how hard I try. It's haunting me. It's like a nightmare I keep having over and over again. I hoped that tonight I'd get it out of my mind, that we would have a fun night. But he had to ruin it. We were having a good time," her body shook as she sobbed some more.
I ran my hands through her soft hair comfortingly.
"I really wish I did something to stop him from doing it to you. I really wish I could do something to stop him from doing this to all girls," I said.
"There's nothing you can do," Lily said.
"Unless... we get some proof somehow. Put a camera into his van. Catch some footage of what he's doing, and hand it into the police."
"How are we going to do that?" Lily asked.
"I'll work it out," I said.
"We have to do something. This can't keep happening,"
"Are you worried about what he's threatening to post?" Lily asked, still leaning against my shoulder.
"Kind of," I said.
"What's so bad about people thinking you're a lesbian?" She asked.
My heart beat faster.
"Because I am," I said.
"A lesbian?" She asked.
"Yeah," I said. My mouth was dry. I waited for her to pull back, for the immediate fear that she might have of me. That I might like her as more than a friend. My internalised homophobia wouldn't leave me alone as she shifted, and I thought she was leaving.
But she didn't.
"I don't blame you," She said, still leaning against me.
"When boys like Daryl exist," my heart beat fast. Was she about to tell me the same thing? But she didn't continue.
"I'm worried that if he posts them, my dad will see them. He's majorly homophobic," I said.
Lily pulled her body away from mine, and faced me. Her face wasn't far from mine at all. Her blue eyes shined.
"I know he's your dad, but if he doesn't accept you over something as small as that, then he doesn't deserve your love,"
I nodded, biting my lip.
"Sometimes I hate myself for being a lesbian," I said.
"Don't you ever," Lily said, placing her hand on my leg.
"It's a part of you that makes you... you," She smiled.
"I think you're beautiful," she continued.
I stared into her eyes for a moment, and my heart warmed up.
Then I got the sudden urge to kiss her. I really shouldn't. But then I realised my face was getting closer to hers, and hers seemed to be moving closer to mine.
I captured her soft lips in a quick kiss, and was left wanting more. I waited for her to run. To get scared of what I'd done. But she didn't.
To my surprise, she placed one of her hands onto my chin, pulling my face closer and kissing me back. It lasted way too short, but I enjoyed it.
My whole body was full of butterflies, and my heart was beating quicker than it had ever beaten before.
Nothing was said about the encounter. In fact, we hardly said anything more after it happened. I didn't exactly know what our kiss meant, but I was glad I hadn't scared her away.
She leaned against my shoulder, and I wrapped my arm around her. Our awful night had turned out not so awful after all.