By M D Smith IV
“I can’t remember anything,” I tell police who’ve just draped a blanket over my shivering, near-naked body. My shredded clothing is scattered about.
“Take it easy, Miss. The ambulance is here,” the cop says. The siren slows with a growl, and the paramedics hurry to help me. At school, everybody will know I was raped.
Gowned in the ER, I’m examined and questioned. I am furious, shattered, bruised, and hurting. Everyone’s clueless because I tell them I don’t remember, but I actually do, and that SOB football captain will pay one day soon at the barrel end of my father’s gun.
Grimly excellent.
Thank you. Exactly what I was hoping to achieve.
So true.
Excellent
Good story
Wow, my heart sank. Powerful.
Great line: “siren slows with a growl,”…
Lots of emotion packed into few words – not easy to do.
Yep. That’s the exact emotion.
Wow, that last sentence really said a lot. I had to pause when I read the situation, so many directions this story can take the reader afterwards. Powerful write.