Exerts of a Story I'll Never Write

High School Court Case Debate

"Her fault? It's her fault for getting raped because of what she is wearing? Are you serious?" She cut in with daggers in her eyes.

"Well yeah she should cover up and maybe she wouldn't be raped or 'sexually assaulted'. Just look at the facts." He air quoted and then shrugged.

"I think it's time for you to shut your mouth because you have no idea what you are talking about. Honestly-" she began.

"But you see that fact is-" He cut in.

"Boy you best be shutting your mouth and thinking twice before you ever cut me off again." She snapped and looked at him challengingly.

He nodded as he shut his mouth.

"Thank you, now as I was saying, it is not her fault for what she is wearing. It will never be her fault for what she is wearing. If you think it is her fault then you are just supporting that rapist." She rolled her eyes.

"What you don't understand is-" he began and then shut his mouth as she shot him a look.

"May I please present my argument before you go running your mouth you white suit lynching redneck wife beater?" She jabbed.

"Yes, sorry." His eyes dropped to the floor.

"Now as I was saying. I understand fully considering I know what it's like. I know exactly have it feels to..." She paused for a second to gather her bearings before continuing. "I know exactly what it's like to be pinned down against your will and raped. I was five years old when my babysitter raped me before going to my soccer game. Are you saying it was my fault for being raped for wearing a soccer uniform when I was five?" She looked right at him.

"No, but you were young and didn't choose what you wore. You just-" He panicked.

"I was young. So if I was raped now and wearing a soccer uniform or anything type of clothing for that matter, it's my fault I was raped?" She sat up straight and cocked her head quizitively.

"Well I, um, yes, it would." He flustered.

"Interesting. So because you can see my shoulders or my stomach or my thighs or my knees boys all of a sudden can't keep it in their pants even though they have the same exact things?" She questioned.

"I know everyone has those body parts, but guys are really sexually motivated unlike-" He stopped when he saw the look she was giving him.

"So it's my fault that a guy can't control himself because he's sexually motivated? Hmmm, interesting case.... Now let's go to a different court case that happened two weeks ago when a little girl was raped as a child and soon after tried to commit suicide because she felt as if she was only an object for someone's pleasure. Do you know how many times he raped her before he was fired? Hmm?" She gave a bitchy half smile.

"I, um, what does that have to do with anything?" He turned completely around in his desk.

"Eighteen, he raped her eighteen times and molested her brother nineteen times. Do you know how that feels as a five year old and only being used for pleasure? Hmm? It is the most degrading and depressing thing to a child. Tell me, is it the child's fault or the offender in a case?" She raised her eyebrow.

"The offender." He replied quietly.

"So why does it matter what they are wearing when it happens to someone older? Why isn't it the same charges? Why is it her fault instead of his?" She challenged him one last time.

"I, I... I don't know." He sat back defeated.

"Case close, I rest my point." She sat up in triumph.