It could happen to you

She stepped from his car, numb and confused.  He leaned across the seat, grinning, “See ya on Monday!”  Ugh…she hadn’t thought about Monday morning.  Everyone at school would titter over the scandal.  How they would laugh at her.  What did she expect would happen?  What did she really think…that HE would actually like HER?  She had told all of her friends about their date.  The high school football star asking her out!  She couldn’t believe her luck.  Her nothing-special looks had never attracted a second glance from anyone, let alone a popular guy.  He seeemed so polite when he asked her what she was doing Saturday night.  He had spoken so nicely to her mother when he picked her up.  He commented on her outfit, the one she agonized over all week in anticipation.  The one that now she couldn’t wait to get off of herself, perhaps to burn.  He took her out to a nice place for supper.  But afterwards, in the dark, in the car, he changed.  With music playing softly on the radio, his nice words turning angry, the fumbling, the groping, then the searing, unbelievable pain…she slammed the car door and he sped away.  She walked to her door, the reality of what had just happened, settling upon her.  Fear, nausea and panic gripped her.  No one must ever find out.  No one must ever know.  She wrapped herself in a thin veil of denial.  Perhaps no one, not even her mother would see through it.

Trifecta: Week Twenty-Two

This week’s word is ‘scandal’

a: a circumstance or action that offends propriety or established moral conceptions or disgraces those associated with it

b : a person whose conduct offends propriety or morality


About KimB

I am a mommy to 3 wild and wonderful boys, wife to my husband. I am a stay-at-home mommy, who would like to work if the perfect job came along. Trying to find a way to make money from home so we can have more of the "wants" not just the "needs". We live in the sort of-country and have a pretty big garden, but no animals, except one small, dark, and furry dacshund.
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12 Responses to It could happen to you

  1. Amanda says:

    Such a sad story! I really like the closing – the last 2 sentences are perfect!

  2. So many rape victims feel like they have to hide from it. So many of them blame themselves and feel like anything more will only increase the violation.

  3. Amanda says:

    I love this. SO sickening and sad.

  4. Carrie says:

    Grr, I want to slam his You-know-what in that car door. I hate that women feel guilty over this. As if they did ANYTHING wrong!! Society sucks.

    Nice piece. I enjoyed the stream of consciousness-like feel to it

  5. Perfect ending lines. Well done.

  6. jannatwrites says:

    Isn’t it sad that the ‘scandal’ will fall on the girl and the guy will probably get high-fives in the locker room? I also liked the last two lines. They are almost poetic.

  7. Chris says:

    Very nicely done. Well written and a great response to the challenge.

  8. Mrs. One Day says:

    I know people who have had experiences like this and you really captured the feeling of the situation. I always wonder if the boy feels ashamed after they do something like this.

    Well done!

  9. barbara says:

    I felt her pain as I read this. Thanks for speaking out – the scandal is not in the deed – it’s in the reaction. Sigh

  10. lexy3587 says:

    Very realistic – that polite mask of gentility ripped away when no-one else is watching. The description of her mask – the thin veil of denial – really works well, emphasizes how fragile she is.

  11. Very sensitively tackled.Nice response to the prompt. Hope you can join us for the weekend prompt which is already up on the site. It’s community judging this weekend, so get your entry in and get voting!

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