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| BiancaReed | Apr 7 2017, 03:14 PM Post #1 |
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January 26, 2013 Atlanta, GA It was supposed to be to celebrate her eighteenth birthday, which had happened two weeks earlier. Her best friend since she was seven and he was ten, Eddie Rodriguez, had been a student at Georgia State University since his freshman year, and had been getting Bianca into the parties on campus practically since he’d started off his first semester. She knew people on campus wondered about the two of them, but she’d known that Eddie was gay since he was thirteen. He’d planned the whole night for them - pregaming in his apartment off-campus with his roommates, then heading over to one of the biggest frat parties of the weekend. By the time they left Eddie’s apartment, Bianca was drunk and happier than she’d been in the last few weeks. Her mother and stepfather were expecting another baby, and with a seven and five year old already in the house, Bianca was sick of being surrounded by small children and being expected to play babysitter all the time. It was her last semester of senior year, and she was determined to celebrate in style, even if that meant spending all her time at Eddie’s apartment. She’d be there for days at a time, and even though her mother got annoyed about it, she also made no effort to stop her oldest child from doing whatever she pleased as long as Bianca went to school and kept her grades decent. Tonight though, all that stress and drama melted away as Bianca was handed a plastic cup and directed toward the keg in the back. It was nearly midnight and the party was in full swing, with people everywhere and music pounding in her ears. She fell in with a couple of the frat brothers and another girl, quickly losing track of Eddie. She didn’t entirely mind though. He had a tendency to hover over her, and it was nice to be free of that as well. It was nice of him, sure, but he was crushing on one of the other guys in the frat so she figured she’d just let him do his thing while she did hers. Things started to get a little hazy as the party wore on, but Bianca’s good mood only got better once the party started to thin out. One of the other frats was hosting an after-hours party, but Bianca stayed behind with her little group. They went and got a twelve-pack out of one guy’s room and continued drinking and playing cards, which somehow lead to strip poker, even though it seemed like only the girls were losing their clothes. But somewhere around three in the morning, Bianca suddenly felt sick to her stomach. She tripped and stumbled her way to the bathroom, just barely making it there in time. The next thing she knew, someone was shaking her awake and helping her fix her shirt. It was the older of the two guys, the one she’d been spending most of her time with that evening, Colin. He helped her up and put an arm around her waist to steady her, holding her up as the room spun around her. “Come on, I’ve got a couch in my room. You can crash there,” he said to her, and Bianca just nodded. She was tired and sick and all she wanted to do was sleep for a million years, or however long it would take her to recover from the hangover she was sure to have in the morning. The frat house stairs seemed to twist under her normally graceful feet and the walls lurched away from her when she tried to reach for them to help balance herself. It seemed like a journey of a hundred miles by the time they finally reached Colin’s bedroom. She started toward the couch against the wall, but Colin instead guided her toward the bed. She thought she heard him say something about sleeping on the couch himself, but all Bianca cared about at that point was passing out somewhere. She kicked off her shoes and crawled onto the bed, settling herself by the wall and finally letting herself succumb to the late night and all the drinking she’d done. Later, she became aware that there was someone else in the bed with her. The lights in the room had been shut off, but she knew it had to be Colin. Bianca didn’t open her eyes, instead brushing his hand away from the button of her jeans and making a small moan of protest. Her jeans were unzipped, but the hand moved away and Bianca settled back down. A few minutes passed and Bianca was about to fall asleep again when the hands returned, rolling her over onto her stomach and pulling her jeans down slowly, as if trying not to disturb her too much. Bianca wanted to kick him, or cry out, or do something, but she was frozen. All she could do was keep her eyes closed and pray. Mercifully, once her pants were off and Colin started grabbing and slapping her ass, Bianca blacked out. The next time she came to, Colin had her shirt and bra pushed up, groping her breasts as he thrusted into her. She risked opening her bleary eyes, only to see Colin on top of her, his eyes closed as he hitched her leg higher in the air. She grunted in pain, but he didn't seem to notice or care. Bianca closed her eyes again, willing herself not to cry. She couldn't let him see that she had any idea what was happening to her, even though now it was unmistakable. She was conscious as he finished, pulling out and ejaculating on her limp, unresisting body. The next morning, Bianca found that she had been clumsily redressed. Colin slept soundly beside her, on his back, snoring loudly. Fighting off a wave of nausea and dizziness, Bianca slid carefully out of the bed and got her shoes on. Her jacket and purse were still downstairs, along with her phone. She checked her texts and saw that Colin had responded to Eddie’s fifteen “where are you” messages, telling him that she'd gotten sick at the house and was crashing on the couch. There were a few other people scattered around the room, so she guessed this was normal. But Bianca didn't feel anything close to normal. She ran out of the frat house and made her way to Eddie’s apartment, banging on the door as if her life depended on it. It seemed like forever until he answered, looking annoyed at being woken up so early. As soon as he saw Bianca's face though, he pulled her inside and hugged her tightly. That was when Bianca broke. She sobbed out the whole story to Eddie on his couch, with her knees drawn up to her chest. She just wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but Eddie convinced her that she needed to go to the hospital to at least get checked out and have a kit done. Originally, Bianca had thought that she was going to be able to get away with not telling her mother, but while she was filling out the paperwork, she realized she didn’t know any of her insurance information. So Eddie called Bianca’s mother, and Serena Allen showed up with a thunderous look on her face. Bianca thought it was in reaction to what had happened to her, but when their eyes met, Bianca’s stomach clenched. “This better be real, Bianca,” she snapped. “Not you deciding to blow things out of proportion because this guy threw you out of his bed without taking your number.” She yanked the clipboard out of her daughter’s hands and wrote in the missing information, shaking her head and clucking her tongue in disappointment. This was something that happened to other girls, not to her daughter. But then again, what could you expect from a bastard child? “I want you to call me when you’re done here. Your sisters have gymnastics meets today that I’m already going to be late for because I had to come out here, and your brother has a basketball game late this afternoon. Use the credit card I gave you for emergencies to pay for your prescriptions at the pharmacy, and don’t forget to have them give you the morning after pill - the last thing I need is another bastard in the house. You’re going to file a report and you’re going to be pressing charges. If they catch you lying, then I hope you’re okay with having put everyone through this mess for absolutely nothing and potentially ruining a young man’s life. Now, I have to go. Eddie can drive you home when you’re done.” She gave Bianca a perfunctory kiss on the cheek and left as quickly as she had come in, while her eldest child curled up in the plastic waiting room chair and tried to think of anything except what had just happened to her. Once her name was called, time became a blur. She was poked and prodded and swabbed, given an uncomfortable examination, and forced to tell the whole sordid story to the police officer who showed up in the exam room. She told him everything that had happened, wishing that they had let Eddie stay with her while they gave her injections designed to stop the most common STDs and while she got questioned by the detective, but since he wasn’t family, he was forced to remain outside in the waiting room. Bianca had never felt more alone in her eighteen years than she did right then, but eventually, it was over. They’d confiscated her underwear as evidence and promised to call her to notify her of the progress of her case. She had already said that she wanted to press charges, and the detective said they would do their best to get the guy who did this to her. But when the kit came back, all it proved was that sexual activity had taken place. There was nothing to indicate that it hadn’t been consensual - she wasn’t injured in any way, and neither was he. They interviewed a couple of people from the party, but all that did was give Colin more credibility. To everyone who’d been there, it seemed like they had been flirting and having a good time, and they guessed that Bianca had probably woken up with Coyote Ugly syndrome and lied to protect her own reputation. The investigation didn’t take long. Before she graduated, the state came back with its decision - there wasn’t enough evidence to prove that what had taken place wasn’t consensual, so they weren’t going to actually press charges against Colin. The day they called both Colin and Bianca into the courtroom to tell them, Colin smiled and hugged his family, who glared daggers at Bianca over his shoulders. Bianca shrank from their gaze and turned her head away, keeping her eyes focused on her hands, folded in her lap. The judge graciously allowed Bianca to stay until Colin and his family had left, but soon after he asked her to leave so that the next case on the docket could come in. At a loss for what to do, Bianca started wrestling later that year. It helped her to focus her aggression and give her an outlet for the rage that threatened to overtake her some days. She couldn’t stand that Colin was out there living his life as if nothing had happened, while she had to deal with panic attacks coming up at random and nights when she would wake up in a cold sweat, haunted by the memories of what had happened to her. She would jump anytime someone came up behind her unexpectedly, her heart pounding so hard she wondered if the other person could hear it. But wrestling made her feel powerful and in control, like she could handle anything that came her way. And it let her beat up men that were taller and stronger than she was, giving her back some of what she had lost that night. Her post traumatic stress symptoms lessened, but she carried them with her through several years and many different training facilities and she learned to cope with them as best she could, at least enough to give her the time to make a clean getaway and break down in private. It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough. And as long as no one could see her scars, she would stay protected. Not even her newfound brothers knew what had happened, and that was the way it was going to stay, since she didn’t want any of them going to jail (or in Darius’s case, going back) for what they would do to Colin if they ever found out their baby sister’s secret. So she talked plenty about the other shitty parts of her life, hoping that it would be enough to keep anyone from ever reaching deeper and finding out the terrible truth: That she was broken. That she had been used and tossed aside like so much trash. That she didn’t matter. |
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