A black teen girl, brutally gang raped by a white college football team, tells a suspenseful nail biting story of a cover-up gone wrong, led by the Mayor of the City and the Dean of the College who is found dead, with eight of the suspects, and a flimsy attempt at a suicide note. Detective Peterson, a hard nose vet, who plays by his own rules, has the nose of a bloodhound, and is hot on the trail of the killer. He knows exactly who it is. Moreover, he knows if he does not get there in time, someone else is going to die, and there will be nothing left to stop a man from getting away with cold-blooded murder.
Coming May, 23, 2015
I cried. I remember the last thing my mother said to me before I stormed out. She was always on my ass about something. I've heard girls say, I hate my mother. Even heard a few times, I wish that bitch would just die. When my exit to college came, I didn't look back. It was like being released from prison after seventeen long years. I had calculated it in my head. My senior year in high school, my mother got me a job at Saks as a department store sales girl, said the experience would be good for me. “You can keep up on the latest fashions. Plus, because you are on your feet all day, you can work on your walk.”
“Really, mom, my walk.”
“Well dear, I want you to get a portfolio done. I can get you a few modeling jobs. You are such a beautiful girl.”
This here conversation again. The way I rolled my eyes and looked at her told her I didn't want to hear it.
“Well, dear, it’s something to think about. It’s always good to have a backup plan. Just get the portfolio done for me. I promise I won’t do anything with it until I have your say so.”
“No, mom! Not going to happen.”
That job, probably the only good thing my mother could have done right, had given me a small nest egg. Every check I got went straight to the bank. By the time I got to college, I was feeling a little independent. I was free and the world was my oyster. I had a new car. I had a new fully furnished apartment a mile off campus. And I had a big fat bank account. You have no idea how happy I was. And to top it off, my eighteenth birthday was just right around the corner.
I threw the biggest party of my life. I had to lie to my mother who I had not talked to in months. Just hearing her voice on the other end of the line irritated me. I was expected to go home that weekend. She had made big plans. She was so excited. Even my father, who never said much of anything, got on the phone. “I’m sorry,” I finally said.
She got silent for a long time. “Dear! Can I say something and you promise not to get mad and hang up on me.”
As irritated as I was, I agreed.
“I was once in college. I don’t really tell anyone because it was a very bad experience. I never even told your father. I try not to think about it. But lately, with you gone, I haven’t been able to think of anything else. I tell myself I raised you right, with a good moral foundation. And that you are smart. Much smarter than I was. But I’m scared. I live in fear, that one day, I’m going to get a call in the middle of the night. I don’t know what to do.” Then she began to cry.
I remembered the last thing I said to her, all in the matter of two seconds, because I had to get back to the party. “Mom, I’m a big girl now. I can take care of myself.”
I woke, my head pounding out of my skull, and my body feeling like it had been hit by a Mac-truck. I sat up on the bed, and under my feet was a naked body. I jumped, then looked around in shock. There was naked male bodies all over the room, three laying across my bed. I almost screamed, I was naked, and suddenly felt the pain between my legs. My thighs were covered in blood. I jumped up, my legs unsupported, and fell to the floor with a thump. I dragged myself to the bathroom, not believing my eyes. I had just made it to the toilet. I heaved up death until my body was lifeless and my head hung in the bowl. The pain in my stomach was more than I could bear. Everything started spinning. I grabbed my stomach and fell to the floor. I remembered crying, and calling out to my mother. I could see her smiling and reaching out to me, telling me everything is going to be okay. Then everything went black.