...re going to say something, what was it?''It
can wait. You don't need to talk about it right now,' I mumbled,
looking at the sidewalk beneath my feet, rather than at her face.'Why
don't you just ask? If I don't want to answer, then I won't.'I
drew in a deep breath, and ploughed ahead. 'When Harris broke your
ribs, was that all he did?''I
thought you read the file,' she replied, a trace of annoyance in her
might not have told anyone about it. The report didn't exactly say
squeezed my hand in reassurance before
taking a deep breath. 'All Harris did when I was eleven was punch me.
He broke some bones and gave me bruises, but didn't,' she paused and
bit her lip, 'didn't rape me or anything. Now though, I wouldn't put
it past him.'I
stopped and took her shoulders, pulling her around to face me. 'By
the lockers he he didn't -' I stammered, unable to get my
words out through the cloud of anger and panic that had washed over
me in those few frozen seconds.'No!
No, Fillmore. He was getting too close for comfort, and maybe if it
had been in a quiet place he would have tried, but it was in the
middle of school. Harris may be criminal, but he's not stupid.'
Ingrid shook her head forcef...