Private Finished Playing The Bad Guy

"Whether or not he likes you isn't going to determine whether they take your case seriously, Zora. I'm being real here. You have, at most, a few days before the police are going to be knocking on your door. You think they aren't going to look into your businesses? Do you know how suspicious it looks that your business was ruined, multiple people were hurt, but you came out fine? Going to them is probably the only shot you have to stay out of fucking jail."

Rory pulled at her hair a little. This was.... shit this was frustrating. No. This wasn't good at all. "And stop feeling sorry for yourself. It's fine for a night, but if you're serious about being strong for the people around you then you have to pick yourself the fuck up and do what needs to be done, even if it's scary. Even if you think someone will laugh in your face again."

"Good. That's smart. It's a smart move and you should do it." Rory threw the tissue she'd been holding away and turned to leave. But she stopped herself and looked over her shoulder, debating something.

"And Jude wasn't the guy I needed to tell my truth too. I could always talk to Jude."

"Nah. Don't be sorry. I'm not offended. It makes sense." Rory shrugged a little and stared at the door, her hand on the handle. "Some mistakes, we live with forever, Zora. So just... don't give yourself a chance to leave things-- Fuck. I don't know. Just remember to move, I guess."

And Rory left, feeling raw and sick and still angry. Who even was she mad at? Maybe it was just all those emotions coming back. The things she'd repressed since coming here.