Chapter 11

“He and I fought, then he knocked me on the head with something hard. While I bled on the floor and my head was pounding, he raped me and left me lying there, bruised and bloody. I screamed the whole time, but no one turned up at my door until after he’d left. By that time, I was too weak and battered to care.

“I ended up in the hospital. One of my professors contacted my parents and they came as quickly as they could. I reluctantly told them what had happened, but we never got far with the charges. The son denied everything and said I was just a pathetic, sycophantic mess who craved attention and was after his money. People remembered us going home together, but nothing more. Needless to say, we got screwed.