This is a true story that really happened to me.
It was a cold and rainy night in the middle of January. I stood on my front porch steps, looking out into the darkness patiently waiting for my friend Jason and listening to the rain pounding on the roof top. I began to think of Spike, my best friend, who had committed suicide three years before. (For those of you who don’t know who Spike is read He Just Wanted Out.) The noise coming from inside the house wasn’t much better than outside. A couple seconds later, Jason came walking towards me. I raced toward him smiled to myself as a flash of lightning streaked across the sky.
“Hey Amber how are you?” Jason asked with concern.
“I’m doing ok but I need your help with something.”
Jason nodded his head and I led him up the porch steps and into the house. I could hear the sounds of glass breaking and someone screaming out in pain. Trying to ignore the yelling and cussing in the background, I went to the fridge and took out two beers.
“What are you doing?”
I jumped at the sound of my fathers’ voice.
“Nothing Troy, just getting a couple beers for me and Jason.”
I spun around to face my dad. He hated it when I called him by his first name. I heard someone whimpering like a lost puppy and I glanced behind him. He was holding my mom by her hair, I noticed her face was red and swollen. I touched my own bruised and blood stained face. My boyfriend Matt had beaten me only a couple hours before. Troy glanced at Jason then he turned back to me.
“Is he another one of the guys you so frequently FUCK!!!”
My dad yelled, spitting on my face. I stared straight into my dads’ cold, dark eyes, challenging him to even think about hitting me.
“No Troy, Jason is a close friend.” I replyed calmly.
Before my dad could say anymore, I motioned for Jason to open the door, that led to my basement bedroom. I slipped past my dad and walked down the stairs, carefully closing the door behind me.
“So what was that all about?” Jason asked curiously.
“I’m sorry you had to witness that. My dad can get hot tempered sometimes.”
I looked around my room for a towel to clean my face off with. Tossing Jason the beer, I grabbed a white towel laying on the end of my bed and walked into the bathroom.
“So what do you need my help with?” Jason asked sipping on the beer.
I came walking out of the bathroom wiping my face clean.
“Oh I just need you to talk some sense into my boyfriend Matt.”
Jason glanced at me with curiosity and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“What are you saying Amber?”
I looked at him and sighed heavily.
“Jason I need you to help me kill Matt.”
Jason stared at me, then got up and walked over to me.
What did he do to you?” Jason asked with a worried look on his face.
“He…..” I trailed off, unable to tell Jason what Matt had done.
“Come on Amber, you can tell me. We’re best friends.”
I took a deep breath and shaking slightly, told him what Matt had done.
“He raped me.” I said quietly.