Luke said that he was surprised when I showed up at his room. That he hadnt meant to give me the wrong idea. That he would never have taken it beyond just kissing. And he looked so genuine. So trustworthy. So sorry about what had happened. He almost convinced me that Id misread his signals. Hallelujah pauses. The whole time, I kept my mouth shut. I wish I hadnt. But I was still so humiliated. And I felt guilty. I made out with him. I liked it. And no one made me go to his room.Her voice breaks. She has to swallow past a lump in her throat.I know Lukes not a good guy. I know what he did isnt my fault. Its his. But still, none of it wouldve happened if I hadnt gone to his room.Shes almost there. Almost done. Almost heard. Something deep inside her hurts like it hasnt hurt in a long time. But she knows that this gash had to reopen in order to heal. Thats how wounds work. They need air.I knew Id get punished, and I did. My parents grounded me. I was put on youth group probation. But I honestly thought Lukes lies would just fade away if I kept a low profile. Theres always gossip about someone. This time it was me....Luke is still telling people about what supposedly happened that night, Hallelujah says. And he makes fun of me. All the time. What I look like, what I say, my name. And he does this thing at church: whenever we sing a hymn with my name in it, he sings it like hes hooking up with me. He sings the word hallelujah at me. He moans it. And I hate it. Thats one of the reasons she stopped singing: his voice, his fake grunts of satisfaction, ruining the music she loved so much.You said, she says to Jonah, he wanted to keep me upset. To keep me from telling anyone what really happened. Well, it worked. She pauses. Until now.Until now, Rachel repeats. Then she curses. I cant believe him. I cant believe he got away with it.I let him get away with it, Hallelujah says softly.No. Hes the one who crossed the line. And okay, maybe you couldve spoken up sooner. But if no one pushed you for your side of the story, thats on them. Rachel yawns and stretches. And when we get home, were going to set the record straight.