Memoir of a runaway girl - A true story!
I soon learned this wasn’t someone named Jake. Instead, this was Jessica’s crazy ex boyfriend, David from Manitoba. A week later he showed up to get revenge on me for the way I spoke to him on the phone.
Needless to say, this was a very bad situation. I was crying and fighting to get him off of me. He showed me his knife, and he put his hand over my mouth. He then told me that I was going to pay for calling him names on the phone.
He glared at me and said, “You really don’t know who you were talking to, now you are going to find out.”
I was now hysterical. My only thoughts were, “That’s it! I am going to die now”.
Death was not his intention, as I was soon to discover. Both David and his friend began to rape me. The entire time the knife was kept at my throat. I tried to turn my brain off, but it was not working. I just kept thinking that when they were done, they would kill me. They would probably want to leave my dead body as a warning message to Jessica.
After, what seemed like hours but was more like 15 minutes, they got off me. I was told if I called the police, he would come back and finish the job.
They quickly left the apartment, leaving me on the floor, bruised, ripped clothing and violated. I waited a few seconds and then I immediately I got up, staggered to the door, locked it and stumbled for the phone. My hands were shaking violently as I finally managed to dial Remo’s phone number. I frantically told him what had happened. Tears were rolling down my cheeks and I was sobing uncontrollably as I hung up the phone. Remo rushed over. I showered and went to the police station and filed charges.
After being checked out at the hospital and being interviewed for about an hour. It was brought to my attention that this guy, David, was a known sex offender. Apparently, he was wanted by the police on 3 different rape charges. There were other women that were victimized by him too.
None of his victims would ever show up to court. I told the police that I definitely wanted this guy off the streets. I promised them will I would show up in court no matter what. There was no way this guy was going to scare me off.
Jessica changed the locks on the apartment and installed a door alarm. She was very apologetic for what happened to me by her ex-boyfriend. She was more upset with herself for not warning me about what he was capable of, nor telling me why he became her ex-boyfriend. But I did not blame her. I felt that if I had not mouthed him off on the phone, and if I had not opened the door, none of this would have happened.
I thought the worst of it was over, until I discovered that I had lost my job due to my not showing up for two days without calling. Bruised, battered, and feeling very alone, I had to get back on my feet. So I got another job, at a well known pizza place.
Three weeks passed by and I was starting to feel like my old self again.
In Edmonton there are many storefront alcoves along the sidewalk. About three weeks later, on a particular Friday night, I had just gotten off the bus and tucked a book into my pocket. I was walking along the sidewalk, and I was only about four buildings from work. Someone jutted out from a hidden alcove and pinned me against a wall.
It was him! Jessica’s ex and he was not happy.
He said, “I hear you went to the police, do you know what will happen to you if you show up in court?”
I was not sure how to answer him since one hand was around my throat and the other over my mouth. I just nodded as if I knew what would happen.
He continued talking, “If you show up at court, you will walk down the courthouse steps and then you will be killed. Do you understand me?”
Again, I nodded while tears were rolling down my cheeks. At this point he slowly removed his hand from my mouth and told me not to scream or he would kill me right then and there.
I stood there, frozen in the very spot where he pinned me.
I sobbed and reluctantly said to him, “I will not go to court, please just leave me alone. I just want to go on with my own life. Please, go back to Manitoba, and I will move away. You will never hear about me ever again! Just please just let me go!”
He slowly backed away from me, and made room for me to leave. I bolted all the way to my work. I got in the door and my boss was upset that I was late. I looked at him, broke down crying and ran straight to the bathroom. I stood there, looking back at myself in the mirror.
I thought, “This is it! Either I go to court and get this guy off the street and risk one of his buddies killing me or I have to move away again.”
About 15 minutes later, I came out and called Remo and told him what had happened. It was then that he made a suggestion, one that I jumped at before he could finish his sentence. His plan scared me but what choice did I have? When your back is against the wall, you do unbelievable things.
Chapter 3 - Part 1 continues tomorrow
For those who missed the beginning, you can read it here: https://steemit.com/writing/@feline1991/a-steemit-original-a-lifetime-of-seeking-happiness-part-1