One day I decided to go back to school. I didn't go the first semester of my sophomore year but I was planning on going my second. I was gonna face it the way it was.
A little while ago, a good friend of mine asked me to explain the whole situation to her. I did, and then I realized how messed up it was that I told my other friend all of that and she's still dating him to this day. That's when I decided to stop talking to her. I didn't want to associate with her at all.
There was a plan set in place that I would have all my classes with Seamus. One day me him and my mom were all in the same room talking about me going back to school. My mom was telling me what classes I had with him. She listed them from her memory.
"Geometry, English, Biology-"
But then Seamus said, "She can't be in the same Biology as me. There's someone in there that I don't want her to be with,"
I told him I'd be fine but he wouldn't change his mind. My mom said, "I know something's up and you better tell me."
Eventually, I did. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. That same night, I decided that I wanted to get the cops involved. I've been holding my tongue for too long and it was time something was done. If I didn't do this, he'd think it was okay to molest other girls, and he was dating my best friend. Even if I am mad at her, I wouldn't wish this upon her or anyone else.
The process started out with me going to the police department and verbally giving my statement. After that, I had to write it down and give it back to the officer. I went to a child services building and I was interviewed by someone.
It was easy to talk to the interviewer. In the room, there were just two chairs. There was a camera in the corner and a microphone hanging from the ceiling. He told me that there were a few people watching and listening to the interview as well as him. However, it didn't make me feel uncomfortable. I told him in great detail what happened and in response he asked me some questions. It was easy. I assumed that that was it. I didn't have to do anything more. They would take it from there. But I was so wrong.
The next step was getting a restraining order. I went to the YWCA and I started filling out the restraining order. However, me and him were not dating at the time, so it was no longer a domestic violence restraining order, it was a stalking petition. The trouble with that was there had to be more than one incident. Basically, I had to wait for him to do something else before being able to get protected from him.
I left the YWCA and went home feeling defeated. I felt like there was nothing more that I could do. I thought that he was going to get away with molesting me.
My mom was furious. She called the school officer and told him what was going on because I was going to school in just a few days without any legal document to protect myself from him. He told us to go down to the court and ask for a restraining order.
They told me the same thing the YWCA did. I had to fill out a stalking petition. And I did. Adding more than just the molestation. I had to write a very long statement and it took me from 11am to about 3pm. All for nothing.
The judge denied it. I didn't get a restraining order.
I'm out of hope. He's going to get away with molesting me. At the moment, they sent the very long statement somewhere else to have it looked at, and something could be done about it but my chances are low. The officer is still investigating this. Hopefully something happens but I'm not getting my hopes up.
I know now why people who have been sexually assaulted rarely come forward. People keep telling me that was I did was courageous and I should feel good about myself but I don't. Nothing was done about it. I know what he did to me and I know he should be punished.
But that's just the way the system works.
