choni

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

“Yea, but did you see what she was wearing?”

“Boys will be boys!”

“She should know better than to drink at a party…”

  “He should’ve enjoyed it.”

“She must’ve lead him on.”

“But she orgasmed. That means she liked it - “

“Women can’t rape because…”

“Be grateful it wasn’t a man!”

“I’m sorry she hurt you but don’t call what happened to you rape, it’s an insult to the REAL victims…”

“You weren’t raped, you’re just lesbophobic.”

“She’s his wife, it’s her job to please him.”

“Oral isn’t rape.”

“Well he wasn’t armed, she could have walked away.”

“Guys can’t be raped, they love sex!”

“She didn’t fight back; it wasn’t rape.”

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Cheryl feels the first tear roll down her cheek when she’s 15 seconds into Toni’s first voicemail. There are 9 more messages to follow, but she doesn’t know how the hell she’s going to get through them when she’s already crying on the first.

“Hey…I just left the hospital and you weren’t there? The doctor said you went home with your mom but something about that just doesn’t sound right. I’m coming over to yours now, I know your mom will want to kill me if I show up there, but i just have to make sure you’re okay. Call me back when you get this.”

Cheryl lowers the phone down from her ear, and clicks onto the next message with a sniffle, wiping at her eyes even though the action is useless against the inevitable tears that are sure to continue.

“Okay, something’s definitely wrong. Your mom said you’re in Switzerland?? I know she’s lying but the thought of you being so far away still really freaked me out. Is that…weird? I just never want to be that far away from you, ever. I don’t know where you are, but I swear I’m going to find you, okay? Please if you get these messages, call me.”

Cheryl takes a shaky breath as the message ends. Toni’s voice sounded so worried, even scared, and the knowledge that she was so anxious over Cheryl’s whereabouts, pulls at the girl’s heartstrings. She’s never, in her entire life had someone worry over her like that. Even Jason, for as much as he loved her, had too many of his own problems to be fussing over Cheryl all the time. He cared about her, of course, but Cheryl never heard that kind of pure concern in Jason’s voice for her.

She gets up from her desk chair, and shuffles over to sit on her bed. Once she’s seated cross legged right in the middle of her queen sized mattress, Cheryl presses down on the next message.