Cindy was no longer that smiling girl who brightened the entire room. She was now more pale, withdrawn and appeared emaciated.  Matthew sometimes wished she had reported him to the campus police or to just anyone but she never did.  It was one year ago during spring break in Tango Hall.

“Please stop! You are hurting me! I don’t want to do this!” was what Matthew kept hearing repetitiously in his head. It was non stop and he hated it. He missed Cindy so much but he didn’t dare approach her after what had happened.  He hated himself for it everyday.

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