I can't see them again, do you understand?" Ilene cries. "What I saw ... What I was forced to see ... That ... WHORE, on top of you ... And, you were ...rying ... And ... And that other ... Fucking slut ... She grabbed me ... She made me watch Agatha on top of you ... Please, Philip ... Please..."Philip breathes deep. Every word from her makes him want to cry. No one should ever have to suffer like she's suffering. And he can't say anything to her that will help her. He can't do anything to. "It doesn't matter." It does to me." Why? Why does it matter?" Because it's part of your life!" Ryan said, clearly growing annoyed.But at what? What was he so aggravated about? What was the fuckingproblem here? I think the stress of having my past hanging over me,coupled with Ryan's newfound penchant for watching me with other guysfinally boiled over. My back got up once he raised his voice to me.Fuck him."Fine," I said. What do you want to know?"That hung there for a second and then Ryan. I walked in, it was a huge place, with lots of things on display, the normal things you see in such shops, when I was by the video CD’s, a clear written note said, the customer should pick up the video he or she wants to watch, walk up to the cashier at the counter to pay for the rent, then to choose one of the private booths to watch it, all of that was new to me, but it did not need any explanation, as it was self-explanatory with the directive signs all over.I picked the video CD that I. “Mom,” he called her softly.Hilary turned and saw him. It caught her by utter surprise to see him standing at the gate that she dropped the pot that she was holding. It shattered on the ground. “David,” her voice caught in her throat. She looked at him, as she was seeing a ghost.David closed the gap between them and caught her in his arms. She stood stiff and slowly pushed him away from her.David was taken aback by her rejection. It haunts him that she had not forgiven him. He was hurt.