Part 5

All Roza could remember was one holding her arms down while the other ripped her clothes off. How her underwear was stuffed into her mouth, and how the two men took turns sticking themselves into her. She didn't know what really happened. Last night was a blur, although, she could still feel the cotton of her undergarments in her mouth.

"What happened to you last night? You told me that you were going to go to the restroom, and then I didn't see you for hours," Samora asked that following morning over a bowl of cereal.

Roza was still unsure. That was when a stuttered "I-I don't know," flew from her mouth, after zoning out on the colors of Samora's Captain Crunch.

It wasn't until a few days later that she decided to tell Samora what had happened. This was of course after she had spent the last few days in a depressed hibernation in her bedroom.

"I'm pretty sure I was assaulted," The words flew from Roza's mouth like a volcano that had been under so much pressure, she finally burst.

Samora couldn't do anything but listen to her friend. She listened to how Roza was held down, how her underwear was shoved between her lips, how the men would laugh as they took turns using her. The small girl listened to everything her best friend had to say, she just couldn't believe it.

"A-are you sure that's what happened?"

"In our fourteen years of friendship have I ever lied to you?"

"No."

"Exactly."

Samora had no idea what to do. Fortunately, she hadn't ever been put in that position. The only thing that she could think to do would be to file a police report. As the tattooed woman sat there crying, Samora would then pitch her idea.

A soft "Okay," would find itself away from Roza's mouth as she wiped away her tears.