Don’t Be A Victim — Speak Out

Marilou’s Journal of true stories:

Victim 1
It’s a summer day in the deep South, the air is hot and humid. Marilou races across the school yard, it’s a long walk home. Only the fair-skinned girl won’t make it to the street. Not today.

The bookworm doesn’t know there are eyes on her from behind a large oak tree. They have watched from a distance for some time, hidden in the shadows. Things are about to change.

Marilou has to concentrate on the books in her arms. She is small for her age and they have a way of slippin’ and slidin’ from her grip.

She is a quiet person, tends to stay to herself. Marilou isn’t the kind to hang out, be in the loop. Unfortunately, this makes her easy prey.

The greater shock is that the stalker isn’t a stranger; he is a schoolmate. The brown-haired, snarly boy has followed the girl for weeks. Johnny will have the one he wants no matter what he has to do.

The ground is soft beneath his feet as the outcast sneaks up behind her. Johnny forces his movements to be slow and quiet. The boy holds his breath and reaches for Marilou’s long, blond hair.

“Ooow,” the sound fills the air.

Marilou struggles to free herself as she is dragged through the dirt. She tries to scream but can’t get it out. The horror of the situation has left her speechless.

She can’t believe that no one sees. Didn’t hear her scream.

Victim 2Roughly, the fourth-grader shoves her beneath the jungle gym. Her head slams against the metal and she yells once again. Still, no one notices. They are just two more kids on a crowded field.

“I’ve been watching you,” he growls into her ear.

The terrified girl gapes at him with tear-filled eyes. Her body shakes like a leaf in the wind; the screams silent in her throat.

“You are going to be my girlfriend,” he threatens. His words are dark and evil as he babbles on and on. Marilou’s hair is still wrapped around his hand. In the other hand, he snaps a stick back and forth.

The brown-eyed devil begins to strike the stick against the ground, a slash here and there. Then the lovesick boy carves a heart in the dirt. Inside, he draws their initials.

“See that?” he twists her hair harder, shoves her face in the dirt. “That’s me and you.”

For nearly an hour, Johnny raves that he knows all about her, even knows where she lives. He makes Marilou sick to her stomach. Only the dismayed schoolgirl feels there is nothing she can do. He is a boy, too strong for her.

Then out of the blue, without warning, the monster lets her go.

Marilou grabs her books and runs for the road. When she reaches home the traumatized girl is scolded for being late. She says nothing to defend herself.

She never sees Johnny Q. again.

May Your Glass Always Be Half Full

About Maxi

Hi … I'm Maxi, a retiree with an addiction. I have quit: raising kids, cleaning house, cooking, doing laundry—there is no end the list—everything is done on "have to." The addiction? Writing to my last breath. blessings ~ maxi
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