History

Laura felt like her new friend punched her. "Uh... I can't," she started to say.

"I don't judge, and I know it's going to be a rough story for you. You are free to leave, but... that is the story I want," Amanda stated as she took the other seat.

Laura felt her chest tighten. It'd been a very long time since she'd spoken about what happened. She even lied to her parents while they were alive. Looking down at her hands, she wondered if telling Amanda was worth a measly three hundred dollars.

"It is obviously painful. I'm sorry I asked," Amanda said into the silence.

"I was a dumb college student who listened to my sister's stories," Laura eventually muttered. She heard Amanda sit up sharply, but it was a dim, distant sound. "The long and short of it was that I got drunk and very horny. A cute guy and my sister got me into a room... for... well. It was a very long night. The simple fact is, I don't know who Dan's father really is. There... were a lot of men."

"Were **** involved?" Amanda asked softly.

"No, I... remember it all."

Amanda got up and hugged Laura. "Thank you for sharing your story. Just for that, I'm going to talk to Mack about taking care of the rent for the month. No, it's not charity. You gave me more than I expected," she insisted.

"That... is more than I could ask for," Laura muttered into the younger woman's chest. She wanted to cry but tried to hold back her tears.

Still holding Laura, Amanda rubbed her back. "I would still like to take your pictures. Your face told me much about those memories. Not all of it was bad, was it?" she whispered.

"...no."

"Go get clothes that best represent what you were wearing that night," {cneighor_name} ordered. "We'll take the photos while the memory is fresh." She leaned back so she could stare Laura in the eyes. "I'll share a similar story to yours once we're done, if you want."

Laura bit her lip.