THE LETTER
Bella,
I wanted to write to you and tell you how sorry I am about everything that happened. A girl at school had accused Garrett of doing even worse shit to her, and I didn’t believe her. None of us did. I figured that that she had been drunk at the party, and when she woke up the next morning, she regretted what had happened. Wished that she had changed her mind or something. Wanted to take it back, but couldn’t.
It never even occurred to me that one of my best friends could do what she said he’d done. And he denied it so vehemently that I believed him without even giving it a second thought. How fucked up is that? I remember telling Garrett to just chill out. That it would all blow over.
You know, if I hadn’t seen him attacking you with my own eyes, I might not have believed you either. Probably would have made up some bullshit excuse or reason why it was all a misunderstanding and not what it seemed.
If you want to know the truth, I kind of hate myself right now. And I’m questioning exactly what kind of person I am. I will tell you this though—if you want to press charges against Garrett, I’ll back you up one hundred percent. If there’s anything you need from me, I’ll do it. I’ll write a statement, testify, whatever you want.
The police have my contact information if you want to get in touch with me. I told them they could give it to you if you asked. I guess that’s it. I really hope that you’re doing okay.
Nathan