Explaining that I had told the principal about what they had done, that they that had broken a window at school, by throwing a brick through it. Moreo...er, that they wanted revenge because I had told the principal. I tried to give as much detail of what happened after school when they attacked, how they grabbed Melissa first, then me. However, it was difficult; I could not hold back the tears any longer. I told him Ryan had Melissa on the ground, and what it seemed he was about to do, then I got. Clarissa was busy rooting through my wardrobe to decide which of my clothes needed to be relocated.“I think I need to buy you more than one outfit today,” she said without looking up. “Most of these tops and jeans are only good for the charity shop. I’ll bet some don’t even fit you anymore.”I gave a non-committal grunt. I wasn’t keen on the idea of Clarissa spending her money on me, but I knew better than to try and stop her. We’d end up in a minor fight which I had no chance of winning. It was. She couldn’t dislodge it. She had tried. She still didn’t know what they wanted. She hadn’t been raped. There was no reason she knew why should be kidnapped. Certainly no one was going to pay out a ransom and what other reason could there be? But then, modesty about her personal attributes was one of the things that people said was so nice about her. A vainer woman would have known. It was her breasts, her legs, her face, her figure. That was made her a saleable commodity in her captor’s eyes. I walked quickly, wanting to get out of sight before anyone saw me. It was unlikely anyone would, but it was not unknown for someone to be up at 3:00 AM. Besides, Megan and I had both been upset, and that was dangerous in a whole house full of empaths if you were trying to remain unnoticed, even if they were all asleep. I had been out here quite a few times and knew exactly where I was going, so it didn't matter that the tears in my eyes made it hard to see.Once I got far enough into the woods.