I Feel It’s My Fault

It was the night before fall break, I told you I wouldn’t turn my cell off just in case you wanted to do something later that night. Well, a few hours passed and I turned my phone off to let it charge.

I woke up the next morning to two texts from you:
1. Help
2. Please come

I blew them off thinking they were a joke or something. Possibly you were locked out or needed help with groceries. I drove the 45 minute drive home without thinking about it. I had breakfast and a friend called me. Told to me to check in on you, they got the same texts.

I called you, no answer. I figured you were asleep. I kept asking other people about you, and I finally got the answer… you were raped that night. And I let it happen.

It’s all my fault, I turned off my phone and you got raped. I still came back faster than ever to be by your side. To help you out that day, to make sure you ate, to get you to a doctor, everything I could think of. But to this day, I still feel like I could have stopped it, but didn’t.

I hope you aren’t mad at me for letting you down.