Incomplete in Chapters

...so it's fine, right?

"You're being manipulated."

He froze halfway up from his seat, knees bent and hands pressed against his desk, before he fully stood up. His chair moved back with a light screech. He looked at her, simply standing there with her hands in her pockets when she stated a very serious thing with a matter of factly kind of tone.

"How?" He asked, "How am I being manipulated..?"

"It's very simple," she stated, again in that matter-of-factly voice, "if you're observant and remember all the little details. You always let him get away with stuff. A lot of important and problematic stuff, from what you've told me."

"Like?" He prompted.

"The first time he assaulted you," she took his prompting as a sign to sit on his desk, "sexually, you didn't want to see him again. You told him that yourself. At one point in your argument slash conversation that had tons of crying in it, you blatantly said 'no.'" She rolled her eyes, "I know we've had this conversation before but..." She stared at him with a very judgmental frown that said you-should-have-gotten-the-police-involved.
"Just get to the point." He pinned her with a tired glare and she shrugged,
"Fine. You said 'no' and he said 'fine,' which made you believe it was over. Which it wasn't, apparently. He made you feel guilty for rejecting him. He made sure you saw his grief and made sure you felt bad about it. Sure, he always said 'don't worry about it' and 'it's not your fault,' but he never really stopped bothering you, did he?"