Lust: Chapter 3 Excerpt (Third Draft)
“Her family was murdered.” I said, my voice steady and low. I turned back to her and if looks could kill, she would be dead. My anger was trying to free itself, but I was keeping it back. I kept trying to remind myself that she’s been sheltered her whole life, from the few conversations we had as suite mates and meetings.
“And?” Dorothy raised her arms with an inquisitive gesture. I wanted to let it go, but my pride wouldn’t let me. Women like her made me sick. We should be empowering each other, not tearing each other down. She didn’t care at all that the poor girl could be dead or being tortured right now as we speak.
“And, it’s possible she may be getting raped or killed.” I pointed at her. “How can you be so insensitive?”
“Did you see what she was wearing that night? Of course you didn’t you must of been fighting for some other kind of social injustice. If she gets raped it’s her own fault. You don’t see women of my stature getting raped” Dorothy put her hands on her hip. Her friends flanking her sides. My blood was on fire. Literally, I was boiling. For a brief moment, they looked like they were glowing. I must’ve been really mad and was seeing things. I exploded.
“Are you serious, both poor and rich women get raped everyday. Some of them are so ashamed that they keep it to themselves, because of people like you and your little elitist friends over there.” I started sweating from the heat in the room and aggravated by my own anger. Kevin flanked me from my left and for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t smiling. “You make me sick.” I spat out.
“Oh, Crystal, that’s just the alcohol talking, we’re both pretty messed up.”
“No, this. Is. me. Talking” I stressed every word. I felt my face tighten and I scowled. They look like they were glowing again and from the corner of my eye, so did Kevin. He was surrounded by a green light, but no one seemed to noticed and then the glowing stopped.
“As another woman, how could you say that? It’s women like you why rape culture continues to exist!” The boy, Mittone step in front of Dorothy. He still had a smile on his face. I wanted to punch him.
“Now, now, I’m sure she is alright, don’t you think you’re overreacting?” He raised his hands in a defensive manner. Trying to be cute and charming. He was failing and he was about to see how much when I wiped that cocky grin off his face. I hated guys like him, the kind that think they are God’s gift to women.
“No, I’m not overreacting. Rape has gone up over 32% last year. You and your friends are basically saying that it’s okay for her to be rape, bcause she was dressed in a certain way?”
“Look all I’m saying is that if she dresses like she wants to get fucked.”
“That doesn’t make it right, it doesn’t matter, if she doesn’t give consent, then she has the right to be left alone. Even if she was walking around naked, that isn’t consent.” I argued.
Dorothy rolled her eyes, “Here she goes on her soapbox. She dressed that way to get attention.”
“What way?” I asked.
“The slutty way.” The other girl, Danielle said from behind Mittone. Playing with her hair and staring at me. I wanted to punch her too.”
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