Chapter 37 Wd

• Amelia’s POV
• The ride back home was silent and tense as I and Blair returned to her place and then she tried all her best to make me forget about how I almost got sexually assaulted earlier. She tried to make some funny conversations by trying to bring up some of my funny moments but I wasn’t even in the mood to talk about them. I could tell Blair was trying hard and I truly appreciated her for what she was trying to do and for being such a good friend , but no matter how hard I tried, I just could not seem to stop shaking every couple of minutes. I would stare off into the distance or be in the middle of something when I would feel phantom hands all over my body, reminding me of Raymond's wandering, insistent hands.
• I eventually left where I had been seated in the living room with Blaire and went into the bedroom, curling up on the bed as I continued to think about what I had gone through at the hands of that jerk, Raymond. Blaire followed me into the bedroom, her face creased with concern and worry. Seeing how worried she was, I tried to convince Blair that I was fine and that she did not have to be worried. My voice was croaky and dim when I said so and Blaire called me out for it, saying she did not believe me. She tried to ask me again if I was truly fine, but I suddenly did not have it in me to answer.