Dream on 1/03
I was at this place. Apathy I guess. I had to do something with video. Lori and Tena wanted rides. I got mad at tena/lori and she and I went to find our parents to settle the dispute. They were asleep. Lori said "Lets Leave" I said "Hell No." There were three people in the bed. Mama, Daddy and this stripper from the Claremont Lounge in Atlanta.
Eventually I left Lori and Tena and walked out into the yard. There was a little boy in a chair. I thought he was Matthew's corpse from a distance. I was in a towel. The little boy was drawing pictures. He wrote me a love letter. I couldn't figure out how to get off the beach. Stairs went nowhere. It was beautiful. I got in the water and lost all my clothes. A man showed me where the stairs toward the road were.
I took them. They were extremely narrow, less than 7 inches wide then they started to be flimsy and break. I held on got to the bottom and went outside. My video friends Jesse, Kyle, and Kirby were there. We went walking under a bridge and it was smoky. People were coughing and running. We made it out and some lady talked about our work. I put on one of my videos but people got quite and watched it so I turned it off.
Later 1/03
Lori said "Let's leave" I said "Hell No"
Lori was uncomfortable with what we were seeing. I wanted to know what in the hell was going on. As usual I was dominate in our conversation. Although Lori is two years older she's usually more passive than I am.
There were three people in the bed "Mama, Daddy, and this stripper from the Claremont Lounge in Atlanta"
It was strange because my parents haven't shared a bed in years and now this crazy old stripper is in the bed with them.
This makes me think of the time I was 14 years old and I was sitting in my house up really late on the computer. My sister had gone out with the quarterback of the football team several hours earlier. When he came to pick her up I was in the yard with one of my girlfriends and I had my underwear on over my pants and I was running around the yard all goofy thinking I was cool.
Later, really late my sister got home. We smoked cigarettes in the front yard. She told me these guys had raped her. She was drunk. A helicopter flew over our head and my sister screamed and cried and hid behind a rock saying "It's the aliens, they've come to get us"
The quarterback's girlfriend kept calling and I told her that her boyfriend raped my sister. I was crying and screaming into the phone. I never told my parents because I was afraid of getting Lori into trouble for being drunk. The next day Lori told me that nothing happened but I knew better.
6 years later when my niece was a baby, I got Lori to tell me the story. She went to a hotel room and got drunk with the quarterback, Demetrios Romine, and they had consensual sex. Then Demetrios' friend Josh Casey came. Lori told me this is when she started to freak out. Josh was the first guy my sister had ever had sex.
Well, that's the end of that old journal entry. I remember I had to stop writing because Lori called me on the phone and interrupted my reminiscent writing. I was alone in my apartment in Atlanta at the time. I was freaked out that Lori called right when I was writing about her and I didn't want tell her. Lori has a pretty good 6th sense, much better than mine. I don't think I even have one.
I've finally accepted that maybe my sisters denial was smartest thing she could have done at the time. What would have happened If she took those guys to court?
-Miss what were you doing in the hotel room?
-Miss why did you think it was OK to go to a hotel room and consume alcohol with this young man if you were not planning on having intercourse?
-Miss isn't it true that you had had sex with both of the defendants on previous oc
ca
sions?
What kind of God fearing southern Baptist 16 year old would have wanted to go through that?
I'll never forget that night as long as I live. My sister drunk 16 years old, freshly gang raped (two's a gang right)? and freaking out. In the midst of her freaking out that night she told me that they stuck a bottle inside of her and then she started crying hysterically.
That's what made me so full of rage (and still does). That is her body. She can do whatever she wants with it but there was absolutely NO REASON for those guys to treat my sister's BODY like it was their TOY and humiliate her so. I saw her hurt when she got home that night. and that stupid jealous bitch kept calling all night. "Where is your sister, where is my boyfriend Demetrios" I screamed at Ms. Emily Alford and told her you're boyfriend raped my sister but she didn't believe it or maybe it made her happy. Emily thought "that's what she gets for going out with my man."
Baubo save us from jealous teenage girls!
Of course being from a small town there was no way getting around the gossip or avoiding the rapist. Demetrios swore his innocents to me at a pasture party years later but I still think he's the scum of the earth. You can''t be there and be innocent. In this world you're either the victim to the aggressor. The oppressor or the oppressed. My sister did tell me though that it was Josh Casey who started the trouble. He shouldn't have been there.
well, besides the daydreams of stapling their butt cheeks together with a staple gun or cutting off dicks and balls and throwing them in a blender in front of the tied up rapist the only actual form of physical revenge went down at a trailer park party two years after the rape.
I was 16, working at Wendy's. I told my folks that I was closing that night and then I went out with my buddies, Big-D, Slim, and Beaker. The party was in a teenage meth whores trailer. She was a nice, pretty, and fucked up girl. I got pretty shit faced quickly. I was in the back room with Slim just being drunk and wallowing around (nothing sexual I was pretty uninterested in sex throughout high school). Josh Casey comes into the room. I knew exactly who he was. He smoked a big fat joint with me and Slim. After he smoked his pot with us I took a huge gulp of my beer and spit it into Josh Casey's face. He left I guess and Slim laughed his ass off. After that I went into the kitchen and slapped the hell out of some thick-necked white boy who I mistook for Demetrios. That guy got all pissed off and full of rage but Big-D scared the hell out of him for me and the Demetrios look alike ran off leaving behind a big bottle of liquor. I'm not much for revenge I guess.
Karma will get those mother fuckers if it hasn't already.
