He was my friend. More than a friend — he was my brother. He knew what I'd been through, and he still tried to hurt me. He played it off like it was a joke, and now he's upset that I said I would never feel safe around him again. I don't feel safe in my own skin anymore. I have to see him for one more year before I graduate, but I have to live with what he did for the rest of my life. I hope the guilt eats him alive.