Revenge for justice
Apr 28, 2022
First story
The morning sky had been a beautiful shade of blue
giving no inkling that the evening would be so dreadful
And grey
Her shoes slipping along the sidewalk
Her clothes slopping wet
The wind
And rain plastering her long weave
Around her face
Her usually brisk walk home was today hardened and slow
Round the last corner she went
And a few metres away her house she saw
She yearned the warm feel of her bed
For a hot cup of tea
A steaming mug of coffee
But her journey was cut short
Her walk home interrupted
As a hand shoved her into a thicket on her left
And she landed on the cold wet and muddy ground
Pinned then trapped
She tried'ah break free but her captor was too strong
She tried'ah scream but her voice was gone
Tears streamed from her eyes
A cold shiver down her spine
Not due to the cold rather out of fear
Her clothes were ripped off her
And she tried to fight him off
her struggles being futile
In that cold night, her innocence was taken
Her well preserved purity tarnished
And just as he came he left
Left her in the dark, under the rain
All alone with her pain and cries
She gathered strength and made the last steps home
Outside her door her mother waited
A frown evident in her face
And when she saw her daughter's torn clothes
Her daughter's pained look
And the blood trickling down her daughter's legs
A loud shriek left her mouth
So loud that people gathered
And when some saw the poor girl,
They sympathised with her
Others sneered and jeered
Whispering all kinds of not so kind words
As if she had a doing with her saddening fate
Pain is all she felt
Hurt vulnerable
Worthless and dirty
Her sleep that night being a host for nightmares
And tears
But when morning came she made a decision
And on this day she plot her revenge for justice