A continuation of
Friends go swimming
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Notes: Second submission, Please read
Friends go swimming
before you read this. I am very pleased with how the first story turned out. I could never do this without your support and advice. Seriously, I thought my first story would be hated and I would be so disappointed, I thought wrong. Well here is the story; there will be more to come. I did change this story because of your advice in the comments; so sorry if it doesn't perfectly match the first story. Oh, and if you want to just bash the story without any advice, or ideas to improve it, do so using your username, not Anonymous. So I can refer to your stories (If there are any) and learn from them, that and it is easy to bash someone when they can't see if you are any better.
Enjoy!
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Staci: "I'm really lonely and I really want you to come over and just hold me while I cry."
Me: "I will be over in ten minutes"
Staci: "Thanks <3 hurry please?"
Me: "make that five"
Staci: "<3"
So I left my house and jogged/ran to Staci's house. Staci knew I loved her and I would do anything for her, she knew I would be there as soon as physically possible. She only lived a few streets away and my PT scores in the National Guard were very good so I made it to her house in less than three minutes.
When I walked inside I could hear Staci crying in her room; she heard me come in and ran to me and nearly knocked me over in her hug. She was taller than me and she just collapsed in my arms sobbing. I took her to her room and sat down on her bed with her, I saw a used but not filled condom on the floor, a men's sneaker, a towel with some blood on it, and tissues everywhere.
I feared Staci was raped by her jerk of a boyfriend Justin.
We sat there for what felt like hours, I kept trying to calm Staci down; telling her it was okay, that I was here. At this time I noticed Staci wasn't wearing any pants or underwear, just a long shirt. I didn't notice at first because I was so focused on how I would kill her boyfriend Justin.
Well now I noticed, and I tried not to look too much and not think about it, but my eyes kept getting drawn back to her neatly trimmed mound. I kept telling myself, "How can I think about her like this after she was probably just raped?"
Staci looked at me and was trying to speak but she was crying too much to speak. I whispered in her ear, "Don't speak, just rest, we can talk later." She slowly nodded and I sat next to her until her breathing settled and she was asleep.
I started cleaning her room up from whatever just happened; then I saw the knife I gave Staci to protect herself on her late-night walks, sitting on the end table next to her. I took it and put it back in the sheath, then I saw and picked up the lone sneaker, It was a men's size nine, I thought, "Doesn't Justin wear a size nine, and where is the other one?"