“Why? Aren’t you having fun?” he asked and tried to push me back down onto the bed.
“No Chris, I’m not. Now stop,” I said and moved away from him.
“Come on Julia,” he said and lightly kissed my cheek. He put his hands on my shoulders and pressed me back down. He placed his lips onto mine and ran his hands over my body.
“Stop,” I said as he got on top of me. I couldn’t move, he was stronger than me. He was holding me down as I struggled to get loose.
“Why are you fighting,” he whispered in my ear. I cried out as he said that, I knew what was gonna happen now. He was going to rape me...
One of his hands reached under my dress and roughly ripped my panties off of me. He then began to kiss my neck and collar done. With some strength, I pushed him off of me once again and ran for the door. To my surprise the door was locked and he came after me and knocked me into the wall. “Why are you being like this?” he asked and tore my dress off, leaving me standing there with only a bra on.
His cold hands traveled all over my body and he placed his hand between my legs. “You’ll like this,” he said and kissed me on the lips. He undid his pants and in no more than a few seconds to spare, I connected my knee to that bulge in his pants. “Bitch,” he spat out as I ran for the window. I got it open and looked outside. Two stories. I was about to jump when Chris grabbed me and threw me unto my bed.
That’s where he took me, right there on the my bed. Afterwards, he told me what a slut I am and how much of a bitch I am. He pushed me away from him and left.
I just laid there for two hours. Two hours I laid in my own blood, unable to move, unable to do anything. When I heard my mom and stepdad pull into the driveway I managed to get up and wrap the sheet around me. They have to know. They have to take me to the hospital, right?
I stumbled down the stairs and cried out when I reached the bottom, “Mom! Help me!”
“Oh my god,” I heard her say as she walked into the room, “what happened?” She ran over to me and held me in her arms.
“I was raped,” I said just above a whisper.
“By who?” she asked as she pushed some hair out of my face.
“You slut,” my stepdad Ernie yelled out, “go up to your damn room and get dressed. You better fucking wait up there until I say so.”
My mother looked down at me and helped me up. I walked upstairs and got dressed. I sat there for almost an hour until my door opened. There stood Ernie with a belt in hand.
“No!” I screamed, “I didn’t do anything wrong!” I tried to reason with him as he began to beat me. I remember looking up at my doorway and seeing my mom just standing there.
Present Day:
“Then what happened?” my therapist asked.
“Well, after they both went to work the next day, I got onto a bus and went up to New York,” I said, trying to remember my past.
“What’s in New York?”
“My real dad. I came up here to live with him.”
“Was he abusive?”
“No. He just was never home.”
“Why?”
“He’s a producer for Mercury recorders.”
“Do you have a good relationship with him?”
“Yeah. My mom actually wouldn’t let us talk. Like, if he called, she’d tell him that I wasn’t home. Or if he wanted me to come and visit him, she’d tell him that I had somewhere to go.”
“How do you feel about that?” he asked as he looked up from his notepad, “I want a real answer Julia. How do you feel about that?”
“Hurt, anger, confused,” I answered.
“Well, unfortunately our time is up. Same time next week?” He asked as he stood up from the chair.
“Yeah,” I said as I grabbed my purse.
