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his
hand toward us and shook it impatiently. “So are you
gonna keep your mouth shut? You know you started the whole
thing. If you wouldn't have teased Logan none of this would have
happened.” Kevin said defensively.
    Tori stepped right in front
of him and said “Your friend is an asshole and if you or your
friend come near my sister again, or any of us for that matter,
I’ll sic my boyfriend and his friends on the two of you! Now back off Kevin or I'll be the one to tell
our parents!”
    Tori was great, she turned
to me and said “This isn't your fault” Tori repeated it a
couple of times. As I tried to speak my voice kept cracking. “I
just want to go home and I never want to come back.” Tori agreed,
but turned to Kevin and said “You forgot the aspirin.”
    As the Monaham's and Kit
appeared back in the basement each retrieving what Tori had asked
for, everyone was silent. I know they wanted to know if
I was going to tell. I just wanted to go home. No
more talking, I wanted to be left alone. No one spoke another
word the rest of the night. Tori sewed my buttons back on and fixed
my shirt up pretty good considering. I started to shiver
again even with the blanket, I thought it was from the exhaustion
starting to set in. Even so Kit got my jacket, it helped cover
up my shirt. Tori fixed my bangs to cover the bump on my head.
Everything looked fine on the outside.
     
    A week passed and I never
spoke of the incident to anyone, not Tori, Kit, my parents and not
even a word to Nic. My brother and sister never brought it up, and
I'm sure the Monaham's didn't either. If Logan needed stitches, I'm
sure he lied about why he needed them, because if anyone ever found
out what really happened I'm sure Logan and the Monaham's would be
in monumental trouble.
    That was until the Friday
after my incident, my mom called me into the basement. She was
putting clothes into the wash. I saw the
shirt I wore that night and I felt a wave
of heat flush through my body. She was holding my shirt above the
washer. She started saying something that I couldn't
hear. Then she dropped it in, next was my bra. I could see
that the lace was still torn and hanging off of one side, I forgot
to fix it. My body got warmer and warmer, I felt sick and
light-headed. My mom knew something happened, she was going to ask
me about it. What do I say? Then, I felt a faint
pang of relief and my eyes welled up. I could finally
tell my mom.
    “Addie,” my mom said loudly.
“Addie are you feeling okay? You're very pale and why are you
crying.” She dropped my bra in the wash and I felt myself exhale.
She stepped toward me and I flinched. She said “I am just going to
feel your head Addie, are you getting sick?”
    “I’m a little tired mom and
my eyes are burning.” Burning eyes in our house was a tell-tale
sign for too much chlorine from swimming but my voice had cracked
too. “What did you call me for?”
    “Never mind sweetie, you go
lie down.”
    I went to bed and cried
myself to sleep.
    That night I had a dream; it
was about me and a wolf running peacefully in the ravine behind us.
When I ran up the dirty slide and turned to wait for the wolf he
was gone. It wasn’t unpleasant but unusual, plus, my dream didn’t
wake me.
     
    That week we had a swim
meet. I was glad for the distraction for something to do. It was
quite comforting knowing I could swim and be able to go to swim
parties and other such water events and not worry. I’m always very
comfortable in the water. It's like walking or breathing air to me.
When my parents saw how bruised up I was I had to lie and tell them
it was from the roller rink. At times at the roller rink we would
all hold hands, skate around rink as fast as we could and then let
go of the person on then end. I have gotten bruised up from it
before. However, when eighth grade ended so did our trips to the
roller rink, not that my parents knew that though.
    Today was my first swim meet
of the