"That time Claire went to try on her wedding dress with your parents, so she asked me to pick you up." Obviously Silvy.
"Why should you?? Why didn't –ie Billy pick me up that time??" Rendi cast his intimidating gaze at Silvy, who was still in tears.
"Billy was busy at the time and couldn't be reached." Randy took a deep breath. He put down the bottle he was holding in his hand roughly.
"You want to blame me for what happened that time??" Silvy didn't answer. He didn't even know who to blame himself.
"At that time I was drunk and didn't realize what I was doing Silvy–ah. Why didn't you refuse when I raped you in the car??" Silvy closed her eyes for a moment.
"So you want to blame me?? I didn't refuse because I also wanted it Rendi." Randy rolled his eyes. He looked at Silvy who was now lowering his head.
"I love you Randy. I've had this feeling since we were in Senior High School, but it's a shame you never cared about it."
