I'm kind of in a troubling situation. As the title explains.
I know I hate when I see people posting important questions on the internet and expecting significant help...I always think 'shouldn't they see (a lawyer, a close friend, a counselor, etc.) for this?'...but I really have nowhere to go at this point. I trust no one. I'm tired, I'm bewildered, and I'm alone. I have no one left to ask or tell.
To the problem...well. There are two. The first of which is the rather serious one.
To keep it short and simple: there's this girl. I know her, I've known her for years. And I know with all my heart and head that she is a LIAR. She and her mother will do anything for attention and sympathy. She was my friend...years ago. But not anymore. She's become something vile.
She's been pursuing a jackass who's way too old and frankly way too much for her. She finally got what she daydreamed about. But I'm sure it's not exactly what she had in mind. They went off to this other moron's house and had sex. I saw them going off together, groping each other. He apparently left her somewhere dazed and pantiless, of course. I should feel bad for her. She's only 15. But I hate her guts too much right now. I feel savage toward her.
Not even a day later, an old friend of my dad's...one of the few he has at least...comes knocking on our door. He's a cop. He's asking me about my friend. The girl...that retarded little tart...has accused him of raping her. They're going on her word alone. Of course.
When I told him persistently that he didn't do this...I wasn't much help. I tried lying. I told him he was with me at the time it supposedly happened. But unfortunately I wasn't very good. No one...at least not the adults...understands what a spiteful brat she is. Plus she hates him for reasons too complicated and drawn out to write here...but he hurt her pride. He told her what she was. She's vengeful about things like that. The truth cuts deep, I guess.
It's my fault. I wanted to tell them about the older guy. I really did. But every time I thought about it I hesitated. My throat went dry. He could see that I was holding back. That didn't help my credibility. To keep a long story short, I'm scared of him and his friends. He straight up groped me just last week. He's always making crude remarks at me, almost like threats. I don't know what he'd do if I pointed a finger at him.
It feels like a long, drawn out state of shock. I never in a million years thought he'd ever put his nasty hands on me. Every time I remember the smell of his breath in my face (like cheap booze and vomit), my head hurts. When he did it I at first wanted to sock him in the nose. But he had a look in his face...like 'I dare you to do it'. I'd seen him slap women before. Hard. I knew he'd break me, so I was just glad he got distracted and left when someone pulled up.
So when the topic came around to it...I gave up and withdrew. Things might have been different if I hadn't...but I doubt it.
She's already got the rumor spreading now. Everyone believes the 'victim'. She's got her little act on. It spreads like wildfire around the school. Her claims have basically become fact in peoples' minds. People throw me odd looks because they know I'm close to him. Neighbors are looking at me different. And so on.
I dunno what the police are doing right now. If anything useful. They're probably trying to get stories straight or something. Not everyone is in on her lie. But it's only a matter of time before this fiasco turns into hell for him. And for me because I lied. And will continue to lie if it'll save him. Because he's worth saving to me. It's not like they have any hard evidence...because it never happened. She just likes drama and trouble.
These last few days have been agony. I know he's been questioned and is getting the worst accusing glares... But I don't know the whole deal. He keeps things to himself. He's good natured...but quiet.
In spite of the surrounding BS...I love him. I really do. He's not like other people. Not to me at least. In fact he seems kind of aloof most of the time. Quiet. I never feel more at peace with anyone than with him. He seems surprisingly unaffected by the whole situation. At least outwardly. Like he knew something like this was going to happen long before. He can always predict these petty people. Always. And I don't particularly care what anyone has to say about that...but that's the way it is. He's a special boy.
I don't know what to do about this situation. My father is at least wary of him now (after all...why would she lie about something like this? And he doesn't 'know him well'...). He's the closest thing to a friend I've got: the rest are 'on' and 'off' friends whom I can't trust with this sort of thing. I just sneak off to go see him whenever I can.
I also don't know what to do about him. I guess this is the second problem. I think...it's like a 'heart-feeling'...that he loves me back. He looks at me different than he looks at others. Not in a sleazy way, but tenderly, I suppose. He tends to touch me more tenderly...again, not in a sleazy way, but like someone who loves me. You see...they're all 'subliminal' or something. I hate when people aren't literal and won't come out and say what they mean. I hate mind games and sarcasm. Does he love me like a future wife, or like a little sister? Or at all...am I just a friend? I hate looking dumb in front of him, because he's so smart. I beat myself up for it. So I really don't know how to approach this situation. I spent the evening in his arms before I had to come home...and still don't know. I don't know...I'm bewildered. Like I said. I've never been in any kind of romantic relationship before. I have no clue where to begin...or if I'm even worthy of someone like him half the time, you know? I'm a teenager...it's what I am. And I get urges. I want him sometimes. Sometimes I want him to hold and watch over me, like a second father. The obvious solution is to ask...but what if I'm wrong? I don't want to make him distance himself from me.
It feels like it's us against the world. And I don't even know what kind of 'us' we are. I just need some kind of help. I don't know what to do about this lying brat. About the guy who actually did her and scares the hell out of me. About him. I obviously don't even know how to speak.