marty

i do not fear him
age fifteen
this is what i remember
gravel
my panties ripped from me
hard thrusts
my head
banging banging banging
against a tire
a fight
i struggled to escape
there was blood
on my head
on my chest
down my neck
blackout.
i awoke in a tub
the only piece of clothing left on me
was a shirt
my friend since the age of four,
whispered
you will be ok
she says to me
randy beat him
for what he did
did i report him?
no.
i had to escape
erased all memory
of that night,
for years.
i escaped to films
and now they are my passion
my work
i do not fear him
and tonight i forgive him.