Cody's Crime
Inspired by "There's a man in the woods" by Jacob Streilein.
"Cody raped me.", bah, what a spectacle. Before this story started I was seen as respectable. A college boy, with a roommate named Troy. Cody was once my name, when my life was still the same, before the rumors began.
It was a party, I went with Troy. It was supposed to be a night of joy, and for all intents it was. A beautiful girl gave me pause; Courtney from the old show. How would I know, that she would be the cause of my sorrow? Had I said "I better get going, I gotta get up early tomorrow" and left, I would have avoided the theft of my good name; my life would still be the same. But she and I had a beer, she gave me a lewd leer that I returned, and with fervorous fashion we kissed with a passion, and upstairs she led where we fucked on her bed.
The next morning, suffering from a hangover, I saw Courtney acting the drover. Tears in her eyes but with no repentance, she ended my life with a simple sentence: "Cody raped me!" And thus the rumors began. From that college I should have ran but I didn't. I held my ground and defended my innocence. And in their defence I knew it made more sense to listen and believe the ex CIT than dorky old me, and I knew it was her word against mine! But the rumor spread online...
I plead my case to no avail. They threatened me with jail. My address was leaked online by human swine who crossed the line! My parents received hate mail. They locked me up with no bail.
"Cody raped me!" Courtney kept on saying, as I kept on praying for a miracle from up above, for God to send me some love. But nothing came by; I still ask why. Why was I not believed? Why was my right to a defence relieved? Why was I declared guilty of a crime without proof, save for the word of slime? My future was stolen; I had yet to reach my prime!
And the college got picketed by strangers and freaks, feminists, dykes, and old computer geeks who demanded action to their satisfaction. On the day of the trial, many were in denial of the chance that maybe perhaps, little miss perfect told a lie. They said "How dare you! To accuse a girl of lying about rape is evil and vile; your very existence churns my stomach with bile!"
I was visited by a feminist professor, highly unqualified to do little more than to have campus life villified. She told me since Courtney was drunk, she could not consent; when I said I was drunk too, she started to vent. "You're a man!" she had said "Your privilege will never let you understand!"
They locked me up for ten years, ignoring my tears and my fears that I would be raped. The guards laughed! They pushed me back when I escaped my tenth rape, and the fifteenth they taped and posted it online to be viewed and mocked by the swine that called me the worst slime! Ten years I listened to their jeers and their sneers! Ten years I let it all in, paying for the sin I never did.
But now I'm out. And in those ten years, something in me sprout. Inside me there is anger and hate; both at my fate and the girl who destroyed me. Only one act can this anger sate...
Look at me now, you wanted a monster, now you got it. That night, you should have quit with the crocodile tears because you knew it would get me ten years. You were so afraid of being seen as a slut that your compassion was completely shut from your soul! Now mine's as black as coal!
Now I say, it's time to pay. Courtney, you stole my youth. But now, next time you say "Cody raped me!" you'll be telling the truth.
