Luna

I grabbed my phone and I picked up the phone and my roommate, she was saying that one of our friends was in our room and needed help.

So I literally put her on speakerphone so he could hear it.

And I said, hey, I'm really sorry.

I have to go.

My friend needs my help.

I need to leave right now.

And he was so angry that he whipped the blanket off the bed.

And he was like, fine, just go.

And I was like, okay, thank you.

So as fast as I could, I put my clothes back on.

And as I was walking to the door to finally leave, he turns to me and he goes, you should come back down after we can hang out some more.

Which is the craziest thing that anybody could ever say in that moment.

Why in God's name would I ever come back to this room?

I think he was trying to make it seem nonchalant, like that was not as bad as I had made it out to be.

But I was in tears.

My makeup was down my face.

My neck was red.

I had a huge, giant bruise on my chest from him biting me.

And I was like, this is the last place I would ever come back to.

But I didn't want to say that because I don't know this guy at all anymore.