Confessions*
Todd showed up to Marty's and saw Bo waiting outside. He got out of his car and walked over to Bo.
"What are you doing here?" Todd asked.
"I'm here to see Marty on Police Business," Bo stated.
"What is it you think she did?" Todd asked as Marty drove up.
"That's none of your business," Bo said.
"Todd, what are you doing here?" Marty asked.
"I came to see you," he answered.
"Can Todd stay for our conversation?" Marty asked as she looked at Bo for approval.
"I'm okay with it, if you are," Bo stated.
"Well, let's go inside," Marty said as she opened her door.
They sat down on her couch and then Bo pulled out an envelope that had her name on it and handed it to her.
"Did you already read this?" Marty asked Bo.
"No, but I wanted to be present when you read it," Bo explained.
"I...I'm not sure...I can't read it," Marty said as she trembled.
"What is it?" Todd asked as he looked at Marty.
"Powell killed himself and he wrote me a letter before he died," Marty whispered.
"I can read it for you," Todd offered as he held his hand out for the letter.
"Is that okay?" Marty asked Bo.
"It's fine, but read it out loud so that we can all hear," Bo instructed.
Todd opened the letter and pulled it out and read:
Marty,
I am sorry for all the pain that the three of us put you through. Last Spring we raped you on his orders, and I've hated myself since than. I fooled myself into believing that it was all his fault and that I was blameless, but that was a lie. I was the one that locked the door that trapped you in the room with three predators. I was the one that went last and even though I didn't want to go through with it, I did because I was a coward that was too weak to stand up for what I knew was wrong.
Afterwards, you disappeared and I did a good job of convincing myself that I was a victim, that my other two fraternity brothers forced me into it. With your absence I could deny what I had become and I convinced myself that I could be happy with Rebecca.
When you returned after Summer had ended, my guilt came back. Zach was furious because the one that initiated the rape was hell bent on making everything up to you. He cost Zach his place in Medical School so that he could be near you. I tried to talk Zach out of his revenge, but he wouldn't listen. He was certain that the best way to get revenge was to hurt you once more. He threatened me that he would expose the truth of my actions to Rebecca if I didn't help. I felt so much shame and I was scared that the woman that I loved would hate me if she learned of the monster that I had become. Once again, I was a coward and I agreed to help Zach. We stalked you, we broke into your house and vandalized your room. We made threatening and lewd calls to you. I thought that's all Zach's revenge would entail, but I was wrong.
On Halloween Night, Zach made it clear that he would try to rape you again. I hit him on the side of the head with a baseball bat and I shot him several times. Afterwards I made my confession to the police. I told them that I had to try to protect you, at least this once. The truth had cost me Rebecca, but if I could die being the person that protected you, perhaps I wasn't all bad.
I went to prison and the first night several gangs raped me. It was Karma catching up with me. You were gang raped because I locked the door. I was also behind locked doors with no way to escape. After that, I could no longer deny the full extent of what we had put you through. I was not a victim that had been forced into my actions by my brotherhood. I was a predator like those men in prison who brutalized me. I can't live with the things that I have done. I no longer recognize myself. If I am to be honest with myself and with you, although I hate what I did to you, there is a tiny part that enjoyed having the power over another human being, I hate that part of myself, but it is there and at times that monstrous need for power and control grows. I am now a predator and I knew that the only way I could keep myself from victimizing another was to end my life.
Zach and I are dead and can no longer hurt you. I haven't named the one that initiated everything because he is on his own path to earning redemption from you. Perhaps he deserves to suffer for the things that he put in place, and I thought about putting him in prison, but after much thought, I realized that he was in a prison of his own making. I wouldn't leave him free unless I knew that his path to redemption was also helping you recover. I also didn't name him, because I owe you your choice. I helped take away your choices that night, so it should be you who decides who should be named. I have left his redemption in your hands and I'm curious to see if I see that man in hell one day.
I'm sorry...
Powell Lord III
"That was quite the letter and I'm sorry about everything those boys put you through Marty and that you had to relive some of the pain with this letter. A violent and sadistic crime was committed and I will do everything in my power to get justice for you if you can provide me with the name of that third assailant," Bo said.
"I'm sorry, but I don't want to press charges," Marty whispered.
"It's okay, I'm pretty certain I know who that third man is," Bo said as he looked at Todd. "Here's my card, please call me day or night if you change your mind," he added as he provided Marty with his card. "I'll also need this for evidence to wrap up the investigation of Powell's suicide," Bo said as he took the letter from Todd and walked out the door.