Fearing the Light

I was on my way to the store to pick up some groceries. It was usual for me on Sundays to go get them. The store wasn’t too far, only a few blocks away, so I decided to walk instead of driving. I liked walking much better anyways. I lived in Houston Texas, but thank God my family didn’t grow up there. I don’t think I could live with myself if I had one of those awful accents. But like I said, I was going to the store. There were others there that were doing the same thing on their Sunday mornings as well. I’d usually talk to a few people while I was there.


For a young single female woman, I didn’t need much for a week’s worth of meals, so carrying them home wasn’t too bad. But the one thing I did hate about it, was that half of the time, the bottoms of the paper bags would rip and everything would fall out. I hated it for one, it made me look like that classic damsel in distress (I mean, I wouldn’t had mind if some handsome man came and helped me), and two, it would always be the one with the most stuff. So I would have to go through the embarrassment of picking up all of the spilled groceries. I was lucky if anybody would help me. And what do you know, it happened to me that day.


The one day I wished it had never happened.


I was going through and picking up my groceries, when someone had put a cover over my head and pulled me into the alley. There was hardly anyone walking around that day, because it was going to storm soon, so no one would have even noticed.


I so hoped someone did though.


They had dragged me straight into an alley and into a car. Once I was in there, they knocked me out. The next I woke up was in a small dirty room that smelled of beer and sweat. I could hardly keep my eyes open though, everything looked so fuzzy. But one thing I did see, was a man. He climbed on top of me. I tried as much as I could to shake him off, but it was like my brain had no control of my body. I didn’t know what else I could do. Then, what I felt next was him penetrating me.


Why was this happening to me?


I had been kidnapped and taken to what most would call a “whore house.” I never thought I would have ended up here. I continued to pray every night to God to take me away from this disgusting place, and each day I was still there.


Our parents taught us to fear the dark, but they forgot to mention what happens in the light.



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