. . . then real life hits you. . .
A friend of mine got raped last night.
She's okay, thank God. They know the guy that did it. She was at a party at her ex-boyfriend's house. . . things happened. It wasn't him, though. He and someone else went after the guy this morning. I guess she didn't tell anyone until early this morning. She wasn't going to tell her parents or the cops (and her dad is a cop) and she wasn't going to go to the hospital. When she told a close mother-like person to all of us, that person took her to the hospital. We were all worried.
I'm not supposed to tell anyone. I didn't even find out after the two that knew about it were talking. Finally J told me. Then when the mother-like person came to see how things were at work, she told me.
I guess it just goes to say that it does happen. I don't think I can think of anyone I know that has been raped while I've known them. She's a great gal. She's real funny, there if you need someone, sweet, gorgeous and she knows it.
I guess it just kinda scares me a bit. I mean, I don't consider myself pretty or anything, but, I guess just the fact that it happened to someone like her. I mean, she always has someone to watch her and help her when she went to a party or whatever. It's still kind of hard to believe. And then you hear stories and see pictures of girls raped and they are the pretty girls. If all girls that get raped are the pretty ones, then that means I'm safe, right?
I do thank God that she is okay. He didn't beat her or anything. That was good.
God does do wonderful things. Don't doubt Him.
~Kristie
She's okay, thank God. They know the guy that did it. She was at a party at her ex-boyfriend's house. . . things happened. It wasn't him, though. He and someone else went after the guy this morning. I guess she didn't tell anyone until early this morning. She wasn't going to tell her parents or the cops (and her dad is a cop) and she wasn't going to go to the hospital. When she told a close mother-like person to all of us, that person took her to the hospital. We were all worried.
I'm not supposed to tell anyone. I didn't even find out after the two that knew about it were talking. Finally J told me. Then when the mother-like person came to see how things were at work, she told me.
I guess it just goes to say that it does happen. I don't think I can think of anyone I know that has been raped while I've known them. She's a great gal. She's real funny, there if you need someone, sweet, gorgeous and she knows it.
I guess it just kinda scares me a bit. I mean, I don't consider myself pretty or anything, but, I guess just the fact that it happened to someone like her. I mean, she always has someone to watch her and help her when she went to a party or whatever. It's still kind of hard to believe. And then you hear stories and see pictures of girls raped and they are the pretty girls. If all girls that get raped are the pretty ones, then that means I'm safe, right?
I do thank God that she is okay. He didn't beat her or anything. That was good.
God does do wonderful things. Don't doubt Him.
~Kristie