Sabotage: A Roc Royal Story

Calling Out

I haven't left my house since... the party. I haven't contacted the outside world since evrything virtuous was taken away from me. Since I was neglected, and left in the hands of someone who has... deflowered me.

My house is very solitary. I told mom I was sick so she let me stay home alone. Airen and Aiden are at school, so I am like I said alone. I sit on my bed and watch Bill Cunningham, Steve Wilkos & Maury Povich, while my phone rings off the hook. I don't feel like answering.

Where were all these people when i was being RAPED?

I don't even remember the guys name. 

I lay face first on my day baed, pulling the comforter over me & burying my face in my pillow. I wish I could die. I tried to close my eyes, but all I can see is a semi-blurred face. I can't move without being shot with the forceful pain.

Why does all the fucked up shit happen to me?

I didn't even try to so much as blink as tears rolled down my face and on to my satin sheets. I can recall myself screaming out for help, screaming Chresanto's name... But, he... he never showed. He let that boy have their way with me.

I was raped.

I flinched at my own touch as I scratched my arm.

Fear.

I'm overcome with fear.

My mouth began to salivate, as my eyes began to tear up, I sprang from the bed, rushing into my bathroom and emptying my stomach.

Only my stomach was already empty. So, I was throwing up stomach acids, with a wicked burn in my throat and a sour taste in my mouth. I hunched over the toilet as I finished, flushing and leaning back on the tub.

What the hell was that?

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I got up... and sauntered into my room & sat on my bed, laying my head on my pillow then...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Why in the hell... is someone banging on my door? If I'm not answering callls, or texts, why pop by? I trudged downstairs, praying it was a Jehovah's Witness or Girl Scout, or Encyclopedia salesman.. someone other than someone I knew.

But, my prayers went unanswered... & there stood Chresanto. I scratched the back of my neck as I opened the door. He stood tall, with a nice lil outfit on & he looked good.

Chresanto: Why aren't you answering calls bae?

He reached out to touch my arm & I flinched. He retreated his arm to his side.

Chresanto: What's wrong Destini?

I shook my head. I didn't feel like straining the voice I lost screaming for him. He didn't even save me. Not, like he said he was.

Chresanto: Is this because of Risi? Baby, I'm sorry, but you said it yourself you wanted me to be there for the baby... so I guess that was one of the 'responsibilities' & I really wanted to go bae, but she wouldnt stop whining and shit... and I couldn't take it. I'm sorry.

He reached out to hug me and I pulled away. His touch triggered a new type of pain and fear, like he was gonna hurt me too... His eyes looked as if they'd been engulfed in flames. His jaw clenched to show anger.

Chresanto: Dammit Destini what the hell is wrong,huh?!! Why the hell won't you talk?!!! You're acting so damn bitchyy!!! What the hell?

Me, being bitchy?

Okay. I'm gonna close the door and act like he didn't just say that. My voice is barely even a whisper.

Me: Move, Chresanto.

Chresanto: No, speak!!

Me: Chresanto, please... don't make me do this,

Chresanto: Dammit Destini.... WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG?

Me: I was raped. Last night, at Keenan's party.. somebody spiked my drink & raped me. I kept screaming your name. I kept calling for help. Nobody came for me. You were gone and he... he..

tears poured from my face as little bits and peices of the night refreshed in my memory. Chresanto looked at me... and i couldn't read his face, but his tone was dark.

Chresanto: Who did this to you?

Me: I-

Chresanto: Who did this, I swear to god I'm killing them tonight Destini.. who did this?

Me: I don't remember... I really don't... I was, drugged.

I choked on my words as I began to sob even more. My stomach began to feel funnier than usual and I knew I had to throw up. Turning around I walked into the bathroom & emtied my empty stomach, upchucking yellow stomach acids. I felt Chresanto's hand steadying my back as he held up my hair. I bellowed deeply into the toilet.

Chresanto: I'm so sorry Destini. I'm so sorry.

I said nothing as my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I floated out of conciousness.

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