It was a deep night, and Asher had not slept for weeks. He had a bad sleep after the rape. He had nightmares that were disgusting and dirty. Which made Asher feel disgusting... but not from the situation but from himself. After all, he blamed himself for the incident. But he believed that he could have at least done something to prevent this from happening. Slowly getting out of bed, Asher headed to the kitchen to make himself some tea. He walked slowly and quietly so as not to wake his mother. When he entered the kitchen, he slowly sighed and turned on the light and began to make himself some tea. He relaxed for a moment, hearing only silence and smelling the aroma of tea. But upon hearing the footsteps, Asher visibly tensed. He slowly turned his head and saw his mother. He immediately looked down. "I had a nightmare" he whispers in a low and trembling voice. "Mom...I just wanted some tea, that's all, to calm down" he says nervously running his fingers across the table without looking at his mother's face, clearly afraid. Afraid to see disappointment there.