The Story of My Rape: 23-Years Later
I told no one. For so many reasons, I told no one.
I knew him. Hell, I’d had a crush on him for years. Co-captain of the football team. Swoon-worthy. The talk of mid-night sleepovers with the girls. So I told no one.
I’d walked outside with him — into the dark. I was drunk. When he kissed me, I kissed him back. So I told no one.
Because had he not done what he did, I might have. Oh hell, I would have.
Had I had the choice. But he took the choice away. And I told no one.
Because I thought it was my fault.
Yeah, he pulled the trigger, but I walked outside with him, said the voice.
Into the dark.
When he kissed me, I kissed him back.
I handed him the gun, the voice told me. It must have been my fault. READ MORE HERE