As he gripped her waist in one hand, she glanced in my direction long enough to force a nod when I asked if she was okay.
His fingertips traced their way up her thigh as her breath became more shallow. I asked if she was okay. She said yes.
With his cold breath on the back of her neck and his arm pulling her closer, he whispered something that I couldn't hear. She said she was fine.
I was right there.
I followed her when she left. I found her sitting on the restroom floor. With every sob her body shook in my bony arms. I could not protect her.
I was right there.
I am so sorry that I did not save her. If her eyes had screamed a little louder, if I had looked a little closer, Maybe then I could have stopped him before it was too late.