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And I watch myself being raped. I can see in the dark. And it was a comfort. To escape my body. And to be able to see it, so I could process it. If that makes sense. After the first two rapes and sodomy were over he rolled off me and laid next to me. And then my soul just went back to my body. Because once my soul was back in my body I was no longer numb. I was lying on the bed in excruciating pain. In a state of shock. Then he sat up and crouched in the bed and cradled my body and kind of soothed me. It seemed like it was for two or three minutes that he was overcome with remorse. I was lying there pantless, still wearing my mint green sweater with the little white collar.
It was his best friend who had come looking for him. He looked at the scene, stood still for a second, then slowly backed out of the room and shut the door. During the second round I was so angry at myself. This time I felt every minute. As soon as it was over I crawled away, feeling the floor until I found my jeans, and then dressed quickly and got to the door. I was not taking any chances on a third round. He was getting up as I walked out. I turned around and looked back. His back was to me, looking at his room. There was blood everywhere. It was like a Charles Manson crime scene.
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After she performed an internal exam, she begged me to go to the police. You are all ripped up inside. But I imagine the scenario back there was much the same. I could still barely walk I was in so much pain. My entire body was sore from the violence of the attack. Every step I took hurt.
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