SURVIVING THE MEMORIES SITE FOR SURVIVORS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT
AMANDA'S STORY

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Damaged by Plumb

I was at my friend Emily's house for the weekend. My mom had called me at about 8:30pm and told me to start walking home, well I waited a bit and at about 9 almost 10pm is when I started to walk home I decided to take the back way since is was quicker and I knew my neighborhood very well. 

I lived in a little village where everybody knew everybody and the houses were some what
close together so I didnt feel afraid to walk alone in the dark, I had friends all along the route I was taking. Where I lived there was alot of trains that went in and out, there was an underpass by the post office that I was deathly afraid of because I was always afraid of bums that might live there.

So I decided to walk very fast past there, as soon as I got the the corner of the underpass and my friends road I noticed a man standing at the corner, I began to get really scared. I thought about turning around and taking the long way but I was already late so I just kept walking with my head down trying to ignore him. As I got closer to him I walked faster, by time iIgot close enough to him to where he could say something and me understand it he asked me how to get to this one store, which I thought was unusual since it was just up the street. So me being a friendly person told
him to go up the street and make a left and he'd be right there. He asked me if I could show him where it was and I said no that I was late getting home and that my mom was expecting me.

As I turned to walk away, he grabbed my arm and told me that I must not have heard him right and that I was going to take him there. I froze with fear, I couldnt even scream. Here was this huge man that had his hands on me and I was so little theres not much I could have done...


I've always been petite, at that time I was about 5'2 maybe 90lbs. This man was about 6'2 and very big. As soon as I realized what could happen I tried to pull away, just as I did that the underpass cought my eyes, I prayed to God to not let him take me there. He grabbed me and started to pull me that way, I was crying and pleading. I told him to please let me go that I wouldn't tell any one I'd just forget all about it to please just let me go...

He told me that if I made any noise that he'd not only hurt me but he'd kill me and leave me there for people to find in the morning. He slapped me in the face hard enough to make me fall down and while I was on the ground he kicked me in the stomach. I was in so much pain that I couldn't move. Thats when he got on top of me, rolled me over and held me down by my hair. I was in so much pain I didn't know what to do. I just laid there waiting to be violated. I felt him rip off my shorts and pull my shirt up above my breasts. I could feel him trying to force himself in me.  I could feel myself ripping... I screamed, and he hit me in the face again, he let go of my hair only to put him hand around my throat. i could feel the blood run down the side of my face and my inner thighs so with the dirt in my eyes and me crying I couldnt see much of any thing. 

I must have blacked out because the next thing I remember is him trying to help me up as if nothing had happened. I got up as fast my body would allow me and put on my shorts and pulled my top back down. I ran home as fast as I could. I'm just extremely sorry it took me 2
1/2 years to tell some one.

Maybe if I had said something that stupid,stupid man might have still been there, and he could have been caught... all I know is karma is a bitch and he'll get whats coming to him!

If he hasnt already...

"History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again."
~ Maya Angelou

 
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