Nausea

Vincent

She pulled away from me, wiping at her eyes to stop the tears.

I took a few steps back to give her some space, but I was itching to hold her. I wanted to kiss those tears off her face. I wanted to whisper soothing words in her ear and have her lay on my chest, finding solace. But she didn’t want that.

“Anny, talk to me,” I whispered. I felt that if I raised my voice, she’d break down completely.

She looked straight into my eyes as if looking for answers.

“Anny, please talk to me,” I was beginning to feel nauseous.

“Why did you do it?” she finally spoke. This drove my nausea down a bit. But I was confused with the question.

“Do what?”

“Vincent, all I ever wanted was to study, make my grades, find a good job and take care of my family. I never asked to be sexually assaulted, yet it happened. Fine, I was ready to move past that. I wasn’t going to send your brother to jail, nor did I request an apology from him, yet he gave anyways. But what I don’t get is why you two deci