“You couldn’t possibly understand!” she screamed. “No one can!” Marie looked at the girl in front of her with pain etched across her face. She saw the tears fighting to escape Sam’s eyes, and how frantically she was trying to stop them. She saw how desperately the girl was trying to cling to some kind of strength.
“Yes, Sam, I think I do understand,” Marie whispered. She leaned forward and locked eyes with Samantha. “You feel violated, and your parents, religion, society, and even your friends have no idea how to help you make sense of that. You’ve wandered so far from yourself and the truth you can’t even recognize it anymore.
“As a girl you were probably raised your entire life to regard sex as something special, sacred, and to be kept under lock and key but within moments it was ripped from your grasp. Worse, your body may have betrayed you in that moment and felt pleasure, confusing your mind and soul even more. It made you feel like a whore, and it gave the words, ‘you wanted it and you deserved it’ merit. You thought to yourself, maybe they’re all right. Guess what?”
She looked away, and a single tear slid gingerly down her cheek. Her raven locks did their best to hide her face from your view. Her arms braced against her chest for whatever truths or lies you have to tell her.
“They are wrong.” Marie whispered. Sam looked up slowly, and Marie gently pushed her hair off of her face.
“What if they’re not?” Sam said. Her face was a mass of conflicting emotions. Sam was angry, terrified, hopeful, and destroyed, but Marie had been there and she knew there was hope. She smiled at Sam and took her hand.
“They are and in time we can find that truth together. Would you like to tell me what happened?” she asked.
“I got invited to someone’s house for a Sunday barbecue, and even though I wasn’t sure of the guy and his friends I went anyway,” Sam began. “At first everything was okay, there was a big crowd with food and beer. I got comfortable, and then I started drinking.”
She hesitated, and guilt washed across Sam’s face. Marie gently squeezed her hand encouraging her to go on. Sam sighed and continued.
“I didn’t realize how drunk I was getting until I looked up and almost everyone had left. There was a guy there, and at first I thought he was cute.”
She hesitated for a moment. Marie could tell where the rest of the story was going, but she was unsure whether Sam was ready or willing to go to that place again so soon.
“Everything’s a little fuzzy now,” Sam said. Marie looked at her and nodded. She knew that to a degree that was true, but she also knew Sam probably remembered more than she was saying.
“Whenever you are ready, when you remember we can talk about it,” Marie assured her. She looked down at the girl in front of her, knowing she was barely holding it together, and knowing there would be many horrible days ahead and a tear slid down her cheek.
She began to smile though because she knew that eventually the days would become brighter and the memories would hurt a little less. She knew one day Sam would make some form a peace with that day, and even though it would never be okay it would eventually be alright. Marie had learned the hard way that sometimes she saw most clearly through the tears in her eyes.
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