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Confrontation: A Woman Confronts Her Rapist in Court

Short story By: Bill Rayburn
Literary fiction

Enclosed is a short story, titled "Confrontation", (approx. 480 words) where a woman in a courtroom confronts her rapist before sentencing

Submitted:Apr 2, 2012    Reads: 40    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


"When you raped me, you stole my life, snuffed out the hopes and dreams of a young girl before she would have any chance to achieve them.

When you chose to take drugs that night, you chose wrong.

When you chose to go looking for a woman to rape, you chose to ruin a life. Now, two lives.

I was 15 years old when you raped me. I was a virgin.

I will never enjoy sex again. You stole that from me. Before I ever even had it.

You say the drugs made you do it.

I say you took drugs, but they just brought out of you the evil that was already there. You are evil.

The fact that you made me pregnant with a child makes me believe there is no God. No God that I would ever want anything to do with would let your evilness invade my innocence and create a child.

I had to give up that child for adoption, after carrying her in my womb for 9 months, because every time I would look at her, I would hate her. Because to me, she was you.

When my parents look at me, I see pity, shame and a sorrow so deep, they will never unbury it.

My friends….every single one of them….want to kill you.

So do I.

I begged my lawyers to get the death penalty. They told me it wasn't legally possible. I begged some more.

You killed a part of me. I want to kill all of you.

No man will ever want me. I am damaged. Yet, I am a million miles ahead of you.

When I try to sleep at night, you are there, in my head, killing my spirit, stealing my mind, my future, my life.

I begged my parents for the money to hire someone to kill you.

I want you to look over your shoulder and worry like I do. Every single day.

I used to work hard for the cause of black people. I was a liberal minded, good white girl who wanted fairness for all. I hated people who were racist.

Now, because of you, I find myself using the word 'nigger' all the time. My heart goes like a freight train whenever I see a black man. The fear is totally invasive.

You made me a racist, and I hate you for that, Nigger.

(The courtroom was absolutely silent)

And finally. I cry myself to sleep every night. The doctors say I'll never be able to have a baby......again.

I said to them, 'Good'. Who would want to bring a child into a world where this could happen to them?

Go to hell. And when I see you there, I'm going to kill you again."

(She turned toward the judge and spoke)

"Your honor. He's yours now. I'm done with him

Until I try to sleep tonight."


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