Left To Die

5 Years Later

 

It was the 5th year anniversy of after being trapped into the deep dark burning place from hell, or my neighbors house, which nearly killed me due to the extreme rape of a 38 year old man named Charles Carey. Today was the horrible truth, he was realeased from jail. Which I could not understand after five years and be out of jail for raping two young girls. Yes, he and his family were forced to move out of the house due to the rape of my friend Kayla and I. But the dark clouds still linger over us. I have been through and completed two years of consoling, while Kayla had to take three and a half years of consoling with also a few months of hypnotherapy. And for Charles' daughter Jessica, paid the ultimate price. Just after a few months after her father was locked up, she was questioned by everyone and was also made fun of every day. Six months after her father was locked up she committed suicide. Everyone thought that when you go through trouble by bulling them would make everything ten times easier. In this case, was proven wrong.

After everything I have been through things are now finally back to normal. My life is beyond the fact of perfect due to a boyfriend that I recently started dating. His name is Kyle and he completely understands me and my situation that I was put through. Which makes life completely easier. And the same happened with Kayla. She is now currently dating what was her bestfriend Josh.

But other than that information, I was now outside. It was a careless summer day. The temperature was a blazing 90 degrees. And Kayla and I were sitting outside on my driveway enjoying the wonderful weather by sun tanning while looking at this months Seventeen magizine. 

"Ella..." Kayla said as she slightly bumped my arm. "It's him..."

"What are you talking about?" I asked rather confused and curoius at the same time. "He is forbidden from this town, and you know that."

"Ella.." she whispered. "It's Charles in that white mini van."

I started laughing beyond what I could ever thought. There could never be such thing around here. Then Ella changed my field of vision by putting her hands and grabbing my cheeks and turning my head to look at the white mini van. By my surprise it was him. The man of complete madness and torture. His glaring eyes stung my point of vision almost as if he saw freshmeat for the insanly first time. It was Charles.