by Anna Maria Ryan

Created on: March 31, 2009

Something Was Lost That Night

It wasn't a vicious rape. That's why, for a long time, she hadn't thought it was rape. She knew that what had happened wasn't planned, and that she hadn't wanted any of it, right from the start. But the man had not attacked her. She hadn't been walking down the street late at night in a dark area, when all of a sudden he'd jumped out from somewhere. He hadn't grabbed her and dragged her, kicking and screaming, down an alley way. He had said hello to her, and she had said hello back. They had chatted together. He had told her she was beautiful. He had behaved like any other man would when he met a pretty girl. He had flattered her, and tried to make her laugh. He had kissed her, and she had kissed him back, even though it didn't feel right to her, she had gone along with it because she was drunk, and he had called her beautiful. The last man that had said he thought she was beautiful, had added the words; " even if no one else thinks so".

The kissing started in the nightclub. On her way out of the bathroom, a man had called out to her and she had looked at him, sizing him up. He wasn't bad looking, but he was not really her type. When he smiled at her and called her over, she went to him. She didn't want to be rude and just walk past him. She had seen other girls do that before and had always thought it unnecessary. A simple chat wouldn't hurt anyone.

They had talked for about ten minutes before he kissed her, and after this they had to leave because the nightclub was closed. Realising that her sisters were probably waiting for her, she told the man that she had to go and find them. They made their way outside, and as she began to walk away from the nightclub, he pulled her back, and pushed her against the wall, kissing her passionately. He ran his hands up and down her body, before a security guard spotted them, and moved them on.

Rebecca walked through the crowds of people still milling around the club, chatting, kissing, most of them half falling asleep, waiting for cabs to take them home. She could not find her sisters. The possibility that they had left without her upset her, and panicked her a little. She took her mobile phone out of her bag, and dropped it. She watched it as it fell to the floor, and immediately smashed into pieces. She was not quite sure what to do now. She couldn't call for a taxi, and she had no way of getting in contact with her sisters.

The man she had met had followed her as she had searched for her sisters.

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