Things aren't always like they seem...

Here at home, I have experienced The Good, The Bad, And Most Certainly THE UGLY.

Things here on the home front have not been good at all… not only is my father a jerk, but a creep as well… the other day I went down to Danbury to Cop, and told him I would be right home, well when I got down there by bus, the guys weren’t on Beaver Street, there were on South Street so it took me a good half-hour to walk there, and then to walk back - I missed the 6:30pm loop bus, so I had to kill time til 8:30 - I had a tiny bit left, brought it with to under the building tressel up behind the mumbo bar, in the back parking lot is a stone wall, everybody sits on it. That’s where I was when it happened.

A girl and this guy were passing the concrete wall, and they looked like they wanted to be alone… I told them I don’t care what you are doing, just leave me be… So they went on another side of the wall into the woods for what seemed to me like a minute. Then she left, and he came over to me - tell me I am beautiful women, and he want me… FUCK HIM… I said 100 dollars, he said NO WAY. I said okay by! And started to walk away when he grabbed my arm and said, you sexy women I pay 50. I said show me the money, he did, but I was only supposed to give him head… instead we are on a hill he tells me doggy style in the pussy, so I wouldn’t lose my balance, only he didn’t fuck me in the pussy - he shoved his UNLUBRICATED COCK up my ASS. NO CONDOM NO NOTHING, and then before I could get dressed all the way to walk down the hill, he took off giving me no money.

When I finally composed myself, I walked down to the street, with dirt in my hair, all over my pants, and my arms… and there right there at the door of the bar, (Hispanic bar), he stood smug as if he had every right in the world to do what he just did… then the girl who was with him before came around the corner, and asked me what he did, why was I holding on to him… I told her, she told him GIVE HER THE MONEY NOW ASSHOLE, OR YOU”RE GOING TO JAIL… she tried to hold him while I tried to get the money, but he took off running, we ran too… the piece of shirt she was holding on to, ripped off the shirt, so see stopped chasing him, I didn’t I had him by the arm and collar… but then he ran right out in front of an oncoming car, I wanted to run to, only then his shirt was in my hands and he was loose. I followed as best as I could, but lost him around autozone… The distance from where the rape happened to where I chased him to was almost ½ mile… I went into the autozone tired, dirty and needed water, and asked if I could use the phone. They brought me water asked me what was wrong - I said I was chasing the bastard that raped me - they said, did you call the police, I said NO BUT I SCREAMED IT LOUD ENOUGH THE WHOLE DAMN TOWN SHOULD OF HEARD ME.

They said, you want us to call for you… I said NO I am on probation I don’t want my probation officer knowing any of this. But while I was sitting on the floor, drinking water the police showed up. The manager filled them in on what he thought seemed to be the story… then when they asked what happened I didn’t beat around the bush - I said I agreed to oral and possible vaganil sex, but I did not want and told him NO to anal sex but he didn’t care he did what he wanted then left me there in the darkened woods, all by myself…

The police did a rape kit, I had to give away my Cowabunga Peanuts Tank Top, that was my favorite one, and my pants - they went into the evidence bag ( a paper bag), then I was in the ER with a crisis lady, and the PA & her assistant when they did the rape kit, and that took over 2 hours. They took 7 viles of blood, and picked at dirt and leaves, scraped under my fingernails, maid me pull my own hair out… It was awful. Then they gave me meds to take in case I contracted any diseases.

They asked me if I could regonize him again, if I saw him… luckily for me I wore my glasses that day… but unlucky for me because now I see his face all day long. I am sick of all the immigrants taking over our towns… I think that they should send the immigrants over to fight the war, and let our boys come home. They would fight for our country as long as we promised that any survivors of the war would become US Citizens.

DAMN RIGHT I COULD RECOGNIZE HIM AGAIN... BUT I DON'T GO ANYWHERE'S NEAR THAT AREA NOW...

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