August 28th

It was 3 days before my 15th birthday. He didn't know that. All he ever knew was lies. Lies, lies, and more lies. Thinking I'd be turning 18, he took me out to 'lunch' which seemingly was pointless concidering neither one of us ate. He was on his phone walking as far away as possible from me. Not wanting anyone to see me with him, a 28 year old with a wife and 2 kids.1

His name was Ricky. He was tall, black, and muscular. He always wore the same kind of hat. The kind french painters we're stereotyped to wear. He mainly wore work clothes from his construction job, making him even more appealing in my eyes.2

Me. A blonde hair, blue eyed, white girl with no self esteem. I've always been over weight for my age but not to the point of obesity. Still I was constantly hit on by older men. Flattered allthough I knew it was wrong.3

He was sweet, or so I thought, and caring. We spent every other night together doing things we shouldn't have been. I never wanted to. He'd feed me liquor every night. Get me high. Anything to distort my way of thinking.4

Mistakes. Everything was a mistake. In all honesty, I dont even remember meeting him. Returning the odd phone call was a mistake I'll never forget.5

After we had stopped for what he called lunch, we went to his friends winter home. Nobody was there. We sat by the pool 30ft away from eachother in silence. He offered to get in the pool. I refused. 6

I then found out the reason for bringing me here. To once again have him take advantage of me. This time, I wasn't going to let it happen.7

Again, he attempted to get me into the pool. No. Not again. I'm done feeling like shit. Wrong. He invited me to go for a walk through the woods behing the house. No. Again, wrong. 8

I was staring off into the distance when I felt his presence behind me. A tug on my shirt. I stood up and stared into his eyes. 9

"Why am I hear?" I asked him as he put his arms around me.10

"What do you think?" Not again! Not again! I wont. Wrong again. As I pushed him away from me in disgust he grabbed me by the wrist. Now Im scared. "Let's go," he said in a calming voice as though this was nothing wrong in his eyes. I told him no again and escaped his grasp one last time. 11

I had walked over to the kitchen window and sat on the counter surrounding it. I was shocked by the amount of force he had to lift me over his shoulder and carry me into the woods. Not trying to be rude or get myself into anymore trouble, i had asked him to put me down. No response...untill I kicked him in the head from all the squirming12

He put me down and now I'm furious. I pushed him away and with the swift movement of his wrist i was in his control again. Being dragged into the woods where I assumed I'll be left for dead.13

I gave up the struggle and let him proceed to do what he came here for. The tears pouring down my face meant nothing. He couldn't understand why. He thought it was all a joke. Wrong. 14

He placed his large hand on my back and guided me against a tree and told me to drop my pants and bend over. Even with my back facing him I could see that crude expression of satisfaction on his face.15

I was let free of him. I pulled my pants on and walked the long degrading path back to the house. I continued to find my school stuff on the patio. He followed a close distance behind me.16

"How am I getting home?" Bad question. I was given $10.00 and the phone number to the local taxi. Told to leave as soon as possible. This was nothing out of the ordinary to him. I walked off the property filled with sorrow and pain. Leaped over a ditch full of water and collapsed on the side-walk where he couldn't see me.17

I lyed there for 20min crying untill I got the courage to call that taxi. Crying, I got into the car and drove home. It would be another six months untill anybody knew about the account. Another 10 years before I could get it out of the immediate thoughts of my mind.18