Not So Sweet (Urban Novel)

Chapter 1

"Whenever you are ready Ms. Campbell." I sat there shaking out of my seat while the psychiatrist waited for me to speak.

This was like the first time I ever spoke about what happened after leaving New Orleans a year ago.

"Wow, a lot can happen in a year", I thought to myself.

Today, June 17, 2016 I was ready to share my story. Me telling my story could be my ticket out of this life sentence. I'm only 20. I'm the real victim and everyone needs to know.

My name is Dulce Campbell and I'm starting to deal with the fact that it happened to me too. I had just started my second semester at St. Winston my sophomore year. I was only 19 and it was two days in when my brother's friend had invited me out to eat. I mean, it was my brother's best friend before he died he told him to protect me so I didn't think nothing of it. We talked throughout the night and he kept bringing me drinks, but I knew to limit myself.

After awhile, the night was ending and it was time for him to bring me home. All I wanted to do was go home, but we sat in the parking garage of the restaurant.

He told me we should go to his place. I politely asked him to take me home and he laughed.

We sat there for awhile and started kissing and he started taking off my clothes. This time he had went too far. I couldn't believe what he was doing to me.

It wasn't until he was inside me that I told him "no". I told him to stop over-and-over, but he wouldn't. I screamed and screamed, but no one could hear me. It was like I was in the world alone. I tried to push him away but he grabbed my hands and pushed them against the seats.

After awhile, everything went blank and I only felt the movement of the car rocking back and forth. He told me he was not going to stop until he got his nut off. The next day I had bruises.

When he stopped, I told him to take me home. I didn't know where I was and I was very scared. He told me he'd take me home the next day.

After he took me home, I was going to get out of the car and he told me so that's how it's going to be when I didn't tell him bye.

Days after, he called me and I always felt uncomfortable talking to him. He asked me out a couple of times, but I was so scared and I'd always make up excuses. For about 3 weeks the calls had stopped.

Then 2 months later he called me. I knew what he wanted without picking up the phone and I knew I had to leave New Orleans.

Here I am, in Syracuse State Prison. Now 20 years old and you are the first person I've told.

I remained silent as the guards shackled me and brought me back to my cell.