I walk out to my car to get my cell phone and I hear some chick say, “Excuse me, can I borrow your phone”.. I was about to give her my cell phone but she was crying and looked very distraught and going off looks, it seemed as if she hadn’t slept all night. I wasn’t sure if she was on drugs or what the case was so I told her to give me a minute and I would go inside and get the house phone.
Anyhow… long story short.. (ok.. not so short – but condensed version) When I was handing her the phone she was crying hysterically. I didn’t know what to think. She seemed confused and lost. Anyhow, she just held the phone and then started crying saying “I don’t know anyone’s phone numbers because they are all on my cell and they just dropped me off down the street and stole my phone.” Hmm… I asked her who stole her phone and she just cried and said she didn’t know.
The girl kept crying and I asked her if she was ok and she said no. Then my detective work kicked in and I started asking her questions. I just bluntly asked her if she was raped. She said “No, Yes, Maybe.. I don’t know”. She started crying more. Darn.. I wanted to hear “NO you phsycho! How dare you ask that, I’m ok”… So now.. what the heck do I do? So I asked her what I can do for her. She told me to call her a cab because she had no idea what part of town she was in. Of course if she was raped there was no flipping way I was gonna call her a cab so I called the police instead.
This poor girl just kept repeating to herself, “I can’t believe this is happening – I just want to kill myself” OH MY GOSH! I just wanted to hug her. How sad is that!
So- SIX police came around the corner with their spot lights on. They spoke to me then to the girl. It turned out that this girl was in high school. She had consensual sex with her “friend” but she couldn’t remember his name. (not so good) but.. the worst part is that she ended up telling him to stop and he didn’t and instead he had his buddy’s have sex with her as well. Yes.. that is rape! If you say NO and the act continues it IS indeed rape.
I felt so bad for the young girl because she was raped and thought because she consented to it with that one guy that it wasn’t rape. Aye aye aye!!! Although she was young and shouldn’t be doing those kinda things in the first place, my heart went out to her. I didn’t know her, but I had to hold back my tears just thinking about what had just happened to her.
Is it just me or am I crazy but if you don’t know someones name… they are NOT your friends. I have always told Ande… be careful who you are with and who you talk to. At times she calls someone her friend but then says.. but I don’t remember his or her name. She gets upset and says, “whatever – they’re my friends”. This kind of stuff scares the poo out of me because you just never know where you’ll end up if you hang out with the wrong people. I might have to put Ande on a leash.