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To make matters worse, I envisioned the wildness in Kenyon’s eye as he not only snapped my back but raped me while I was already in pain. It seemed the reflexes trying to hold my lips together caused me to yell out again. “That idiot did this to me!” I wept longer. He left me helpless lying on that squeaky bed that he got from a rummage sale while he ventured off to his J.O.B.

I thought about all who wronged me and now of all things, they were letting a rapist go because he told me he wasn’t interested in sex with me. He took advantage of me and left me dejected on my bed daring me to say a word. What kind of world were we living in where a rapist could have his way with you, laugh in your face about it, and the judge say you were the one at fault? This world was filled with deceitful and mistrustful people needing a quick blow across the head to get them in order. All I ever wanted was happiness. Happiness I never found in men and might I say—the world.

Judge Ramona sat in his tall pleather chair in a long black robe, swinging his gavel. How dare he set this mean-spirited rapist free? I watched as Maurice stood there slightly smiling, winking his eye at me with shackles on his hands and feet as the judge passed down his sentence of ‘Not Guilty’ of rape but was charged with aggravated assault causing bodily harm and inflicting excruciating pain.

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