I submitted a story to publishing but was told that I had underage sex in it. At the top of the story, it CLEARLY says everyone is over 18. I posted the questionable section and could use an opinion or two.
“He put a knife to my throat, that’s what woke me up. His exact words were ‘If you don’t do what I say, I’ll kill you and your bitch of a mother’.” I told him as the tears started to come.
“What did he do after that?”
My tears were freefalling at this point, so I looked at Tara for strength. She smiled through her own and mouthed the words, “I love you.” I took a tissue from the box on the stand, and I continued. “He held the knife to my throat and slid his shorts off. He then started to move forward to put his penis in my mouth.”
“Objection your honor, how could she know it was his penis if it was dark in her bedroom?” The defense argued.
“I’ll rephrase the question your honor.” The prosecutor said with a smirk. “Stacie in your statement from 11 years ago, you said that you saw his penis coming toward you and that it touched your cheek. How do you know it was his penis?”
I took great pleasure in laying waste to the defense with what I said next. I looked the sperm donor square in the eye when I spoke. “Because the green glow from the digital clock on my nightstand made it bright enough that I could see the tattoo on the right side of his penis that says, ‘Welcome aboard’.”
After I had been attacked, the house was a crime scene and not able to be occupied. Mom and I were staying at Tara’s for a few days when I remembered what I saw. I told mom about it and asked if I should tell the investigators. She took it to her boss and was advised not to worry about it because blood from the cut on my neck was present on the knife, fingerprints on the knife matched the sperm donor, the rape kit was positive for semen, and the DNA matched the sperm donor’s DNA. So, I’ve kept this little secret all these years for just such an emergency.
Everyone in the courtroom laughed or chuckled hearing that. The judge even had to cough to cover his laughter. The sperm donor went pale and slumped over in defeat. The DA picked up a photo of my room from 11 years ago.
“Is this your ‘Hello Kitty’ alarm clock?” He asked.
“Yes, it is.”
“Why did you have the brightness up on it?”
“I had the brightness set higher because I was still a little bit afraid of the dark when I was 11.” I told him. He asked me a few more questions and then sat down.
The defense tried to confuse me and use a whole bunch of tactics to twist my testimony around and use it against me. Linda had prepared me for this a week before I testified and, in the end, the defense failed miserably.
The rape kit that was done on me showing sperm on my cheek and the knife with my blood on it was re-entered into evidence. After that, it was pretty much over. Mom and I didn’t bother to attend his sentencing, we just wrote a joint letter, signed it, and let the DA give it to the judge. In the end, he got another 25 to life sentence slapped on him. I know for a fact that he didn’t make it to age 50.
“He put a knife to my throat, that’s what woke me up. His exact words were ‘If you don’t do what I say, I’ll kill you and your bitch of a mother’.” I told him as the tears started to come.
“What did he do after that?”
My tears were freefalling at this point, so I looked at Tara for strength. She smiled through her own and mouthed the words, “I love you.” I took a tissue from the box on the stand, and I continued. “He held the knife to my throat and slid his shorts off. He then started to move forward to put his penis in my mouth.”
“Objection your honor, how could she know it was his penis if it was dark in her bedroom?” The defense argued.
“I’ll rephrase the question your honor.” The prosecutor said with a smirk. “Stacie in your statement from 11 years ago, you said that you saw his penis coming toward you and that it touched your cheek. How do you know it was his penis?”
I took great pleasure in laying waste to the defense with what I said next. I looked the sperm donor square in the eye when I spoke. “Because the green glow from the digital clock on my nightstand made it bright enough that I could see the tattoo on the right side of his penis that says, ‘Welcome aboard’.”
After I had been attacked, the house was a crime scene and not able to be occupied. Mom and I were staying at Tara’s for a few days when I remembered what I saw. I told mom about it and asked if I should tell the investigators. She took it to her boss and was advised not to worry about it because blood from the cut on my neck was present on the knife, fingerprints on the knife matched the sperm donor, the rape kit was positive for semen, and the DNA matched the sperm donor’s DNA. So, I’ve kept this little secret all these years for just such an emergency.
Everyone in the courtroom laughed or chuckled hearing that. The judge even had to cough to cover his laughter. The sperm donor went pale and slumped over in defeat. The DA picked up a photo of my room from 11 years ago.
“Is this your ‘Hello Kitty’ alarm clock?” He asked.
“Yes, it is.”
“Why did you have the brightness up on it?”
“I had the brightness set higher because I was still a little bit afraid of the dark when I was 11.” I told him. He asked me a few more questions and then sat down.
The defense tried to confuse me and use a whole bunch of tactics to twist my testimony around and use it against me. Linda had prepared me for this a week before I testified and, in the end, the defense failed miserably.
The rape kit that was done on me showing sperm on my cheek and the knife with my blood on it was re-entered into evidence. After that, it was pretty much over. Mom and I didn’t bother to attend his sentencing, we just wrote a joint letter, signed it, and let the DA give it to the judge. In the end, he got another 25 to life sentence slapped on him. I know for a fact that he didn’t make it to age 50.
