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I can feel how hard I’m frowning as I take in her story, but this is the most she’s opened up and I don’t want her to stop.
“If I am the one at fault, I can’t deal with the press that will come with it. I know that I can’t keep the baby from his father; I have to come to terms with the fact Grant needs to know. But I also want to figure out what happened that night first. I don’t know where to start though.”
“Your birthday is in February, right?”
She shoots me a questioning look.
“IMDB,” I answer, so she nods.
“Yes. February twenty-eighth.”
“And this party was in January?”
She nods.
“Technically, that’s statutory rape.” It makes absolute sense to me. Granted, laws aren’t as cut and to the point as one would hope, but…
She could claim rape.
Her mouth parts and I can see her trying to take deep breaths. She looks away, then looks back at me. “I’m afraid it was also rape-rape. And there’s nothing I can do to prove it.” Dylan’s hand goes up to her face. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I said that out loud.”
I ache to reach out and pull her hand down, but I don’t. “Why not? Talk to me. Why do you think that way?”
She drops her hand and gives me the most exasperated look I’ve ever seen on a female. “Because I can’t remember anything after I was given a drink in the Uber.”
“Did you go to the hospital or police after?”
“No! I didn’t know! I woke up in my apartment to a flurry of texts and screenshots, pictures of me wasted and hanging off of Grant’s arm. I didn’t even think anything of it when I missed my period the first time.”
“You didn’t, like…couldn’t feel that you’d had sex?”
Dylan’s jaw bunches as she looks away. I have a feeling I pissed her off.
In fact, she crosses her arms again.
Yep.
Pissed her off.
“Look, I don’t know what it’s like for a girl. Maybe he has a little dick, and that’s why you didn’t know.”
A giggle bursts from Dylan’s lips and once again, she has a hand over her mouth, but this time it’s because she’s laughing.
When she’s through, she wipes at her eyes with the back of that hand. “Yeah. Maybe that was it. Small dick.”
“Shit, if he has to drug you to sleep with you, there’s a problem. Dylan, I think you should talk to a detective or someone. I don’t know. Someone legal.”
This sobers up her glee. “I have a lawyer.”
“And he said?”
“She told me I should get Grant to pay for my medical expenses.”
“Did she bring up your age?”
Dylan shakes her head.
“You need a new fucking lawyer. Sorry,” I add for my swearing outburst.
