story of a rape( long, but has meaning), by sk8t3R gal 4 eva Subscribe to rss feed for sk8t3R gal 4 eva

she walked as if in a trance, her dark brown eyes showing no
emotion. she walked through the un-ending darkness of the
night. so many things going through her mind. a single tear
was going down her soft, pale cheeks. thinking about the
past events made her realize she wasn't worthy of the life
she once had. so she took a knife from her pocket and slit
her wrists. she tilted her head back and looked at the
stars. when she looked down her wrists, she was suddenely
ashamed. begging to cry, she arrived at the place she once
called home. this "home" could no longer bring her safety.
she could never go back, but che still entered it. no one
would be there to comfort her, and soon she would not be
there for people to comfort. 

as she went into her room, she thought about the horrid
events. "how she had tried to flee. how he dragged her
painfully up the stairs by her hair. how he pretened to care
by craddling her in his arms. and then dropped her to the
floor just to beat her again. then left her there to bleed
to death. but she didn't. no one was there to help her and
as a 13 year old, she could not yet drive, so she had to
take care of herself. ans that is what she did. when this
horrible man came back two weeks later, he did not expect
her to be standing there trying to hold the door shut. but
she did not stand a chance against this deranged man. he
broke down the door, then quickly replace it befor any one
noticed what he was about to do. once the door was fixed, he
grabbed the girl by her already bruised arms, making them
throb painfully agin." she then went back down stairs to
recall what happened there.

"he started dragging her to her parents room. her parents
were out of town for a year and had left her home alone. he
the picked her up and threw her up against the wall. she
landed painfully on the floor, and looked up in time to see
him walk over to her. she tried to get away, but he just
kicked her. he threw her onto the bed, and went to lock the
door. then he approached her and made her shut her eyes.
everytime she said no, he would slap her. so finally she
closed her eyes. she felt his cold clammy hands unbutton her
jeans and slide them off. he slowly brushed his had up the
side of her up to her shirt which he forcefully pulled off.
she was shaking all over with fear, and she could hera him
start to breath faster. then she heard the unmistakeable
sound of a zipper. she carefully opened one eye and saw that
he was standing there in nothing but his boxers. she gasped
and shut her eyes again. then she heard him drop a piece of
clothing on the floor, and she knew he was naked. she
started to cry as he started to kiss her upper thieghs. then
he slid on top of her and kissed her cheek and her lips. his
breathing was getting faster and faster. then she felt the
most terrible pain, like a knife slowing going deeper and
deeper inside of her. he was moaning and she didn't
understand why. she opened her eyes and watched with horror
what he was doing. so she punched his face and got out of
the bed. she put on her clothes as quickly as possible, but
he had her cornered. so she grabbed the vase that her mother
had in the room and smacked him across the face with it. he
immediatly collapsed on the floor, and she climbed out the
window and started running. when she knew he was gone, she
started to walk back."

she recalled all of this as if watching a movie, but she
could not believe it had really happened. she looked down on
the floor to see her own blood mixed with the dried stain of
her rapist. she just could not understand why this had
happened to her. she had been a good girl hadn't she? but it
was getting later, and she knew that he would return. just
as she said it, she heard a car park in the drive way. these
weren't her flashbacks anymore. it was really happening. she
knew who it was. she quickly went to the window, and saw him
running to the door, and as soon as she tried to get away,
he broke down the door and grabbed her by the neck. he put
her up against the wall and kissed her roughly. then he
dropped her and turned away because he heard the sound of a
siren in the distance. he was turned away for just enough
time for her to crawl away. the police turned up and took
him in. then she was taken to the station to describe what
happened. she told them everything. how her parents had gone
for a year. how she started getting IM's from a stranger.
how he claimed to be her stalker. how he had come to her
home and raped her. how she had hit him across the head with
a vase, and how she was a foster child. even though they
already had him in custody, they asked her to describe him.
she told them that he was tall, bald with a bit of brown
graying hair, gray eyes, and had a long scar going down his
stomach. he fit the description and gave him a death
penalty.

now she had no were to go. she told the police that she had
an abusive father and mother. they did not believe that
because they were foster parents and would not do that to a
child who was given to the wrong mother, then had the mother
die of a stroke, and never really knew her dad, then sent to
a foster home only to be given to the most abusive parents.
her brother was disowned and the girl had depended on him to
help her survive. he had faked his own death, but helped her
by buying her clothes and food. he sent it to her in
secrecy, but she still did not know were he was. the police
called her "parents" and told them to come and get her, even
theough they were half way across the country. when they
came back, the pretended to care and feel sorry that she had
gotten raped, but they really didn't. as soon as she got in
the car, her dad slapped her across the face and her mom
told her that she deserved to get raped and that she was a
waste of a child. she also said that she wishes she had
never adopted the girl. when they drove back to the place
that she had once called home, her dad dragged her to her
room and threw her on her bed. then he left. they never gave
her a meal before bed so she was used to it. when the house
was silent, the dad entered the room and did what he always
does. he yelled at her and punched her on her legs so that
no one could see what he does to her. then he raped her. she
could not tell anyone this. but he rapes her.
Posted: 2007-12-15 02:50:03 UTC

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