May 24, 2018 | All Authors, Heather Bartlett
You lie still when he finishes. He doesn’t say anything at first. Just stills his hands and pulls back. He sits up. I’m sorry. I crossed a line. I shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve asked first. His words are flat, monotonous. You don’t think he means them. He...May 24, 2018 | All Authors, Heather Bartlett
The Santa Barbara Rape Crisis Center is quiet. It is too quiet after the sobs and the sirens and most of all the loudest sound you’ve ever heard – your own heartbeat. The sound of pumping blood was racing, pounding, echoing in your own ears. Before it was beating...