Jillian knew that Ita wasn't trying to upset her, but the entire situation had her nerves on end. Reaching up and running a hand through her long dark hair, she pressed her palm against her face and then bit her lower lip before slipping her palms up her face. She could remember being in the car, feeling helpless, her mind open, soaking in every nasty thought Ray had had about what he was going to do to the unsuspecting girl beside him, the same thing he had done to half a dozen girls before...
Her hands still on her face, she tried to stop the tears. She wasn't a crier. She hadn't cried since her second day in the nuthouse, so why cry now? Ita's reasoning made perfect sense, but she hated feeling like a victim. Being a victim. It could have been worse - it had been worse before. Caibre was just an asshole who had been feeling invincible. She squeezed Ita's hand before she leaned into her friend and felt the tears spill down her cheeks before she reached up to scrub them away. "I'm sorry...I know...we should take the pictures. I'm just tired and upset. This sucks so much."