STOP RAPE!!!

“Let’s go back.” Jane tried to twist her hands from the stranger’s. “I’m cold.” He stared at her, the laughter gone, and tightened his grip. “We can’t go back now, we haven’t had fun yet.” He turned toward her and pulled her into his arms, holding her fast, kissing her hard. Jane pushed him away and wiped her face with the back of her hand. She was suddenly terrified. “We took our walk, now it’s time to go back.”

            Suddenly the stranger shoved her hard with both hands so that she fell backward onto the sand. The spot was pitch dark, surrounded by dense brush. In the distance she could hear water lapping softly against the shore. A faint scent of honeysuckle from a nearby garden mingled with the smells of the bay.

            “Hey!” she cried. “What do you think…” “Shut up! Don’t pretend you don’t like it. I heard the entire story from Clay. You’d tease him all night and never give in. well, you’re gonna give in tonight, baby. Right now” in an instant, he ripped at her clothes. “No! Get away!” Suddenly she thought of one person who had always saved her from trouble and screamed his name. “Daaaaad! Help!”

            The stranger laughed at her as he pinned her to the ground. “Your daddy’s not here to help you now.” She screamed again and fought to be free of him. But she was no match for his strength and he slammed his hand over her mouth. For what seemed like an eternity, the stranger savagely raped her. When it was finally over, he stood and kicked her in the ribs. He laughed cruelly, then bent down, picked up a fistful of sand, and threw it at Jane’s face.

            Jane waited until the sounds of the party began to fade before she crawled back into her torn clothing. She wiped the sand from her eyes and mouth and made her way through the shadows toward her car. When she got home, she slipped into her room, changed her clothes, and ran a finger over the painful bruises on her arms and legs. There was blood on her underwear and she stuffed them in a bag, which she buried quietly in the trash.

            Then she stared in the mirror at the woman she had become that night, and wondered at the lengths she had gone to convince herself she did not need her father’s love. “Daddy.” She whimpered at her reflection. “I only wanted you to love me for who I am. Oh daddy, I miss you” she cried herself to sleep that night and every night for a month.

This is the story of Jane. She felt left out of fatherly love, which made her seek love in a man. What did she get in return? RAPE!

This is just the beginning. I’ll share other stories soon, and we will delve into the topic fully. This is an urgent cry of women all over the World. STOP RAPE!!!