Regina’s Diary
Dear Diary,
This is bad, Diary. I can’t explain how horrible I feel. My insides feel like they are being ripped out through my crotch and butt. My face hurts from the bruises and so does my ribs.
I can’t even go to the bathroom without it hurting, without crying in pain. The bleeding finally stopped, but the agony I’m going through hasn’t. I can’t tell anybody what happened. Maya is the only one I can trust. She is sworn to secrecy.
This was supposed to be the best summer before my senior year—now everything has gone wrong—Dear God, I swear I can still feel him inside me. Make the misery go away.
I can still smell his sweat on me, and his nasty breath in my face. I jump at every little noise I hear, for fear he’s coming after me. I cry, knowing I can’t ever look Krew in the face again and not see his brother. I can’t ever tell Decker, or he’d go to jail for murder.
I can’t even tell my parents. It would crush them to know their only daughter wasn’t clean anymore.
My father would track him down, and Dad would go to jail too.
I have to run, Diary. I can’t let that jerk find me. I’d rather die before he touches me again. Maya told me I have to leave, and I agree. To stay safe, I have to run. I don’t know where I’m going, but it’s better than being here—near him, where he can easily find me.
Regina