The following is a story about a neighbor woman and deals with extremely violent rape and ends up with a very touching story involving lesbianism. It is a true story and has been relayed to the readers just as it was told to me.
Gloria hated working evening shift at the jewelry store in the mall. By the time she counted out the drawer and made sure all the good jewelry was put in the safe it was close to ten thirty and most of the customers and employees had gone home. She slid the gate shut and set the alarm system an walked towards the food court entrance to go to her car. Her heels clicked loudly as she walked the marble floored hall. She knew from listening to customers that it was raining and dreaded the walk out to her car. A security guard opened the door and watched as she walked to her car. Gloria hurried towards her car, trying not to splash water on her new dress. She had bought the new dress, along with a whole new underwear ensemble at the Victoria’s Secret in the mall with money her father had sent her for her twenty-fifth birthday. He was going to meet her at home and take her out to a fancy restaurant for a supper, when her manager asked her to stay because the other Assistant Manager had called off with her little girl being sick.
As Gloria opened her car door and settled into the seat, she was glad her dad had helped her buy a newer car to replace the old junker her ex-husband had left her with in the divorce. She put the key in the ignition and started the engine. After adjusting the mirrors and putting on her seat belt, she headed out the darkened lot and started for home. She drove out the brightly lit street and turned onto the entrance ramp for the
When she got to her exit and slowed to make the curve, the car seemed to stumble and loose power for a moment but straightened right up. She stopped at the sign at the bottom of the ramp, then turned left towards her house. It was dark on the deserted country road and she sl... Læs hele novellen
