Bad times... in The Sorrowful Life

My best friend and I haven’t spoken in 3 weeks.
About a month ago I got a call from my daughter’s school counselor. Kara had been in to talk to her about something that really upset her.
Apparently my best friend’s husband had given my daughter a back massage, and then proceeded to put his hands under her shirt and unhook her bra. A 45 year old man that I trusted put his hands on my 13 year old.
After confirming details with my daughter, I called my best friend to tell her what happened. She and her husband called me back 5 minutes later, with him yelling that he didn’t do anything, and maybe he was messing with the girls (his included) and it happened accidentally.
How do you accidentally undo a 3-hook bra from under a shirt?
Did I mention that he’s a registered sex offender for touching a 16 year old, and that my other friend’s 15 year old daughter accused him of touching her last year, but then took it back because no one believed her…
I believe my daughter. And now I believe her daughter.
So then my BF texts me 5 days later and asks us to come over for dinner. Seriously? After what happened? So I tell her it’s gonna be a long time before any of that happens, and she asks me if there’s something I’m not telling her, which leads me to believe she doesn’t believe what I already told her. So I say no, Kara just can’t be around for awhile. No response. Not another word out of her since.
The few people I’ve told what happened have asked me why I haven’t called the police. I just can’t do that to my best friend, tho’ I would have for anyone else. Not to mention the police chief is her cousin, a sergeant is her uncle, and they are friends with most of the force.
The school counselor did file a report with CPS, and they have the name of the family, so they should be doing an investigation, but I haven’t heard anything yet.
The bad part for me is, I don’t really hang out with anyone else, so I’ve been spending most of the time in my bedroom being more depressed than usual. Kara seems to be doing ok, but I know she feels bad that my BF and I aren’t talking, so I have to keep telling her it isn’t her fault. At least she has a new PS3 to keep her entertained. I have nothing… and it’s all because of a slimy piece of crap male.