"Hey Bianca, it's Helen."
She let herself relax. It was only Helen. Still... "we're not really supposed to talk to each other, Helen. Not until the trial is over."
A pause. "I know, I know. It's just... you've always been there for me, ever since this first... came out. That night at the police station, do you remember that?"
They'd sat next to each other that night, hugging and crying and vowing to support each other, no matter what. They promised to forgive and forget about all of the things they'd done while under his control.
I did promise. I owe her that, at least.
She steadied the bike. "So what's up? Are you having the nightmares again?"
"Worse than EVER, Bianca!" Helen's voice quivered with fear. "He comes to my door and I can't not answer it, I have to, and then he's there, and... and I... what if he gets away with it, Bianca? What then? I can't move away, my family's here and-"
"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay." Bianca's comforting words were just as much for her own benefit as for Helen's. "He's in jail, right? There's a whole bunch of us. We all remember now. He can't hurt us anymore."
"But... Bianca. The triggers. The words. That stupid poem he used to hypnotize us!"
"The poem is gone, right? Did you go to your deprogramming session?"
A sob, followed by sniffles. "Yes, I did."
"Then it doesn't work on you and he can't use it to get you. It's over, Helen. We're free again. Now look, we probably shouldn't keep talking like this, just in case his lawyers hear about-"