I have a story about getting even with the man who raped me. I wasn't able to inflict bodily harm on him like I dreamed of doing so many times, but I did get some satisfaction out of what I did get to do.
I was a waitress at a little place in town that served breakfast and lunch. It was a new job for me and I really needed it. The tips were great, and the customers were easier to deal with than the bar crowd I was used to serving. I saw that I had a table of people that just sat down, so I grabbed some menu's and 4 glasses of water and greeted my customers. Then I saw the face of the man I had managed to avoid for almost a year. I was visibly shaken, and had to tell my boss that I couldn't wait on that table. He asked "why not"? I told him "That man over there raped me last year" He asked me "why isn't he in Jail"? I explained that I never reported it. My boss wasn't the least bit understanding and told me that if I didn't serve that table, that I didn't have a job. So I did wait on that table, and I took their orders, and did it with a fricken smile on my face. The asshole had ordered hotcakes and sausage. I was more than happy to bring them to him. Of course I had wiped the toilet seat with the hot cakes, and I had dipped his sausage in the toilet after I pissed in it. I politely brought him his plate and told him to enjoy it. I sat back and watched him eat it too.
I never saw him again because I quit my job a week later, and though I still dream of physically hurting that man, I did receive some satisfaction that day.
It isn't much of a revenge story... I didn't hunt him down, I didn't shove a broom up his ass, I didn't get to tie him down and pull every hair out of his testicles with a tweezer and then shove a Q-tip in his penis and then poor a bottle of rubbing alcohol over it. I didn't get to hear him beg me to stop or say no.
But watching him eat those hotcakes and sausages put a small grin on my face.
I don't have nightmares too much anymore...most of my dreams about this man are of me hurting him. Not him hurting me.
I don't know if you can use this... I am in no way a writer, and you probably have a billion other articles to consider. But, If you get desperate. Maybe it will come in handy. If anything I feel better getting to tell someone about it. ( big sigh)
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