Deangelo.

“Tell me a name, Elena. Please, just a name so I can be able to protect you properly from whoever it is, you have nothing to be scared of, telling me will do more good than harm, I promise you.” I kept pestering Elena who was scrunched into a ball before me, I tried so hard to keep my hands to myself and not let it roam over her body as I tried to get something, anything at all out of her mouth concerning her trauma.

The fact that she had told me that she would rather not talk about it was enough to let me know that it...