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BELLA: I don’t know. I can’t remember.

A VOICE: Ooh...

JO: Are you okay?

FRANKIE: Do you remember anything after that? How did you get home?

BELLA: I didn’t.

A VOICE: Ooh...

BELLA: I think I was in Lancer’s little sister’s room or something, ’cause there were dolls by my head—

JO: Creepy.

BELLA: I puked in a garbage can by a desk. And then I passed out again, and I woke up for like a second and...Andrew was on top of me...

A VOICE:
Ooh...

JO: What?

BELLA: But I couldn’t even talk, I was just, like, trapped. And when I woke up again, it was really late. Or early. Just like, gray outside. Birds chirping. And I could see my underwear was on the floor. And like, I don’t even think he used a condom...

Frankie and Jo exchange glances, as if trying to make sense
of this.

FRANKIE: That’s rape.

JO: Yeah.

BELLA: What? I’m just a fucking idiot.

The reality of the situation hits Bella.

FRANKIE: No, you’re not. (then) Did you tell your mom?

BELLA: She’s the last person I want to tell.

JO: Maybe you should report this to the police?

BELLA: Are you kidding me?! Like, I’m really going to say Andrew Montefiore...? Everyone worships his whole family. There’s literally like a statue of his grandpa downtown... Plus, they never believe anyone anyway...

JO: We believe you.

BELLA: Why do you even care what happened to me?

FRANKIE: Because it could happen to any of us.