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Prologue

I was sixteen when it happened. My best friend Lilly convinced me to go to a party her boyfriend Joe was throwing and like an idiot I caved. As Lilly and I walked in the door she ran off and into Joe’s arm, leaving me to my own devices. I was LDS and had never drank before so I grabbed a cup and promptly dumped the beverage down the sink and filled it with water.
I was standing against a bookcase sipping my H2O when I caught his eye. He was tall, buff, had spiky blonde hair, and would have been attractive if not for the cocky sneer pasted on his face as his icy blue eyes slowly drank me in. I knew I looked good, my short red hair was done in the style of flappers from the 20’s and my pale blue eyes were shining with excitement and nerves. I wasn’t dressed in my modest Mormon clothes as I was raised but was instead clad in a short dark blue dress that clung to my slim body and showed more cleavage than I was comfortable with. My legs were bare and my silver pumps elongated my 5’3” form. It didn’t take him long to saunter over to me.
“Come here often?” He asked with a chuckle, like he thought he was the funniest guy in the world.
“Only to meet self-appreciating airheads,” came my reply with a sly smile. He stared at me confused. It seemed that skating through life on his looks didn’t do much for his wit. I quickly learned his name was Keith, he was the star of his High School wrestling team, and his favorite color was green, because that was the color of his favorite condom. There was nothing Keith loved to talk about more than himself and the more he talked the closer he tried to get, ignoring the fact that I wasn’t interested.
“…There was one time I slammed a guy so hard his rib-“
“I’m going to get another drink.” I interrupted, tired of hearing him talk, but before I could walk away he took my cup and headed off in the direction of the kitchen. I promptly turned and walked in the opposite direction. I made short work of finding Lilly. “I’m ready to go.” I told her once she stopped making with Joe long enough to look.
“Oh come on! We just got here. What happened to the hotty you were talking to?”
“Mr. I-can-do-anything-cause-I-look-good? He’s a jerk and I’m ready to leave. I shouldn’t have come at all.”
“Whatever, your house is just a few blocks, you can walk right?” she asked, then promptly turned her back to me.
“Some friend,” I thought as I walked out the front door and started my way down the street toward home. After a few minutes of walking in peace I heard a call from behind me. I turned and saw Keith running towards me. I rolled my eyes and called behind my shoulder. “I’m not interested! Gall, take the hint.” It didn’t take him long before he caught up to me and roughly turned me to face him, rage was written all over his face. “Let go, you’re hurting me!” I tried to break away but he was too strong.
He pulled me behind a large bush along the path and pinned me against the ground. “No one tells me no,” He hissed as he pushed his lips harshly against mine. Tears started coursing down my face, I knew what was going to happen next but the reality of it was excruciating. I silently lay there, crushed below his body, as he tore into me. “You like that don’t you slut?” He kept asking as he slid into me. “No one will believe you.” He smiled as he stood up, buttoned his pants, and walked back to the party. I laid there cold and bleeding and did the only thing I could, I prayed, and somehow found the strength to stand up on wobbling legs and make my way home.
I stumbled into my house and fell to the floor sobbing, unable to take another step I slid to the floor of the entryway. It didn’t take long for my mom to find me. She stood there for a moment looking down at me, taking in my torn dress and dirt smeared face. She knelt beside me, took me into her arms and rocked me as she asked what happened.
I didn’t keep silent. I told her everything. I told the police everything. I refused to let him win, but a friend alibied him. I was deemed a liar by my classmates and reduced to nothing by them. My family moved to California where no one would know about what happened. Where we could start fresh. Where we could pretend that nothing happened. I couldn’t forget though, and I was determined that Keith would not get away with raping me.

I'm being bad again and not posting a poem but the beginning of a book I've decided to write... Don't judge me, poetry is still the best thing out there, I'm just going to see where this goes for a bit :) Constructive insights are very welcome from you all my fellow writers.

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