SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

Chapter 71 ~ "I don't want to stop."

JEN

It's been three weeks since I made my statement. The police department then used my statement to gain a search warrant into Zac Reeds home.

What they found, even I never saw coming.

Zac Reed was the owner and creator of what they apparently call a 'forced porn' website. From what I've been told, generally people act to make it look forced. Not Zacs website. Thousands of movies were found both on the website and on Zacs home computer and four external hard drives of women getting raped. Not only from room vip5 at the club, but some also filmed in Zacs bedroom at the house I shared with him. The thought that the screams I was hearing were not screams of pleasure, and knowing that I could have done something to stop him, has eaten at me since they discovered this sixteen days ago.

I was the youngest on the website, and had the most 'hits' on the video he uploaded the night of the fire. A fact that caused Justin to punch multiple holes through the wall in the police station questioning room within minutes of being told, resulting in emergency surgery on his left hand, as well as weeks of nerve damage treatment and physiotherapy.

Chase paid for someone to fix the walls, saying he would have done the same thing if he was there.

I've been told that the police have had the website taken down, and that all copies have been removed from the internet, however they cannot get back what has already been downloaded onto people's personal devices. However, they can and will find the people who have downloaded it and they will be charged for watching sex filmed with a minor.

Zac Reed was sentenced for forty-eight counts of rape, twelve counts of statutory rape, producing child pornography, twelve counts of assault as well as an endless list of other charges.

He received a life sentence, and will never see a day outside of prison for the rest of his entire life.

Security at the club were also sentenced to jail time, for assisting in the production of the videos and being knowledgable and aware of the crimes being committed.

Two hundred and sixty-four men were also charged with rape, statutory rape or engaging in sex with a minor.

I've started counselling, and I'm concentrating on getting my life back.

Easier said than done.

JUSTIN

I'd be lying if I said I haven't been walking on eggshells around Jen.

The slightest noise, movement or touch makes her jump six feet in the air. Once she knows it's me, she apologises and settles herself, but I still hate it.

Her nightmares are slowly happening less often, and we're now down to two nightmares a night. She climbs out of bed in the morning, beyond exhausted as though she hasn't slept a wink. But we're getting there slowly. Together.

"The fuck you so dressed up for?" I hear Chaz ask from down the hall.

"I uh..." Chase stutters, walking into the kitchen with Chaz following, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Sup bro, you got a date or some shit?" I ask, taking another beer from the fridge.

"Yeah actually, I kind of do..." He replies, sheepishly.

"Kind of? Either it's a date or it's not." I tell him, sitting back down at the table and pulling Jen onto my lap again.

"Well then, yeah. It's a date."

"Stop it, he's nervous. Leave him alone." Jen whispers.

"I'm not-I wasn't teasing him baby." I reply, shifting her on my lap so I can look at her pretty face.