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Rape
My eyes flickered open like a light switch. My hand curled around something soft and fluffy, looking down I see a pillow. My senses register that the soft material below me is a bed. I begin to search the room in blind confusion, then it dawns on me. I’m in someone’s bedroom and I shouldn’t be. Courtney and I were at Dianna’s then we left and went clubbing at her cousins’ bar down town. We didn’t drink, Dianna made sure of that herself. Wait, where is—
By shaneikiyaz7 years ago in Criminal
Lydia
Lydia I picked Lydia up at 7:00 PM sharp. We rode in silence for the duration of the twenty-minute drive to the designated spot: the luxurious estate of our boss, the esteemed Mr. Beverly Hoult. His two-story home was nestled picturesquely into the mountainside. Parking in front of the house directly across the street, as she instructed, we could clearly see into the great dining room through the expansive front window of the lower level.
By Eva A. Schellinger7 years ago in Criminal
Adam Raised a Cain
The wipers moved with concerning ferocity, urging away the plummeting rain, determined to keep the windshield clear, even if it meant sacrificing themselves in doing so. The rain had been continuous, relentless, for fifty miles. Victor drove in silence, too preoccupied with keeping the worst from his mind to bother with the radio. He sighed and rolled a cigarette with his right hand, an art he had been practicing since his fifteenth birthday when his own father had continued the tradition of parental negligence. Victor had no patience for any tobacco that wasn’t whole leaf. He put the cigarette in the corner of his mouth and chewed the end without lighting it. Victor was in the third month of quitting tobacco products, though he no longer inhaled smoke, the taste of it was something he would never give up.
By Ryder Pittz7 years ago in Criminal
Sweet Revenge of the Pregnant Kind (Pt. 1)
In a world where most children are illegitimate and advanced education is for the high and lofty, there is one who will serve life as his teacher, for he is the vessel of knowledge. He does not succumb to the temptations of being swept by the river, for he knows very well, he is already cool enough.
By Snookeronidjon7 years ago in Criminal
Loving the Loveless Pt. 7
August 27, 2018 at 4:00pm MUSC, Charleston, SC Detective Derek Kyle He stood outside Brianna's private hospital room watching Dr. Sebastian Kane talk with her. For all that the doctor had blown into the trauma ward with all the force of a hurricane in human form, Brianna hadn't seemed afraid of him which was odd because everyone else on the floor seemed to avoid making so much as accidental eye contact with him. Everyone from police officers to civilians visiting loved ones gave Dr. Kane a wide berth that wasn't entirely born of fear or the look of murder he'd had when he'd arrived before he'd seen Brianna was alive with his own eyes.
By Rhys B. Crabtree7 years ago in Criminal
The Secret of Iris (Pt. 3)
The first weeks of my time at SJCF was a whirlwind. Learning how to adapt to a new home and lifestyle is always challenging, but especially for a four-year-old. Kaylee and Megan guided me through everything I faced. I first encountered bullies during free-time around the TV, the showers, getting places, and basically anywhere. I picked up on it after some time, but there were my guide dogs. The only person that I connected with besides them was my counselor, Ms. Haleigh. She didn't need me to talk often, which I appreciated. She just wanted the best for me and helped me with anything emotionally. I had my group of people, and they were always there for me, even in the hard times.
By Jessica Critch7 years ago in Criminal
Us Against the World
She stood in the doorway dripping in blood. What could she do now? Denial wasn't going to work anymore. Melissa and James were born on Halloween night. Their mom went into labor at 12 pm. James was born a 9:26 and she was out at 9:36. He never let her forget that he was the older brother, even though it was only 10 minutes.
By Brittaney Ellis7 years ago in Criminal
The Secret of Iris (Pt. 2)
From the moment I stepped into the Sullivan Juvenile Correctional Facility, my life took a different trail than I had ever imagined. I was robbed of so many childhood experiences. My first day of school, playing in the snow, Christmas mornings, and much more. As far as I knew, my dad was in some maximum security death row. My step-mom, Claire, was in Georgia somewhere in a prison. Robbie was in another juvenile facility in the middle of nowhere. I was only four years old and deserted. The lady who had been with me since my arrival, who I later identified as Miss Olivia, directed me to my new room, which I'd be staying in for the rest of my time there. We climbed up the stairs to the second floor and followed the hallway down the corridor D. The hallways were a very pale yellow and quite wide. We soon approached room B028, my room. She unlocked the door and opened it for me.
By Jessica Critch7 years ago in Criminal
The Secret of Iris (Pt. 1)
The sound of clanging bars, angry whispers, and grunts replaced the sound of my parents' voices. Most children have their first memories being a trip to Grandma's house or jumping off the diving board for the first time. In my case, that was the illustration of me, my 12-year-old half-brother, my stepmom, and my dad in a van speeding down the street with the sounds of sirens echoing in the distance.
By Jessica Critch7 years ago in Criminal
