Kai’s been in a bad mood all day. I’m worried about leaving to see my Parole Officer, but I need to or I’ll end up back inside. I dress in old, baggy clothes and don’t put on make-up, so he won’t think I’m meeting another man.
I say I’ll be back soon and that I’ll buy him some smokes while I’m out, however, he accuses me of meeting up with someone else for sex. He calls me a “lying bitch in heat” and asks if I have fucked the Parole Officer yet.
I try to leave but Kai grabs me by the hair and throws me on the floor. He climbs on top of me and pins me to the ground, pulling down my track pants. Kai starts having sex with me. The pain is excruciating; I begin to cry. He slaps me, telling me to shut up. He says I’m “ruining it for him” and he knows this is what I want.
When he’s finished, I lay there, unsure of what to do. This time I know I have to leave for good – I can’t take it anymore. I’m afraid and don’t know where to go.
I head to a park, sit on a bench, and cry. People look at me strangely, they probably think I’m homeless looking like this. Maybe l am now.
Before long I see two police officers in front of me, a male and a female. The woman sits down quietly and calmly asks if I’m hurt. I shake my head, still crying. She asks if they can take me somewhere. I say I need to go to refuge.
I feel a sense of relief when she helps me to their car. Maybe they believe me after all.