5:00 PM - JOURNAL ENTRY
"An hour before the homecoming volleyball game was about to happen, I sat in a corner in the guys locker room with my knees drawled up to my chest. Arms folded and head in between. I was in my torn black game shirt and was naked from the waist down. I was crying my eyes out. I was so ashamed, so embarrassed, so hurt, and worst of all, so scared. It felt like everything and everyone I loved was just snatched away from me. "Randy?" I heard someone call out to me. Then, as I looked up, I saw my boyfriend. The man I'm married to. John. He stretched his arm out, but I flinched away from him. But... something told me to trust John. "Oh my god, Randy. What happened to you?!" He asked me. "H-Hunter..." Was all I could answer before crying again. I couldn't tell anyone about it. Now... I'm a survivor and inspiration to others who experience what I've been through, man or woman."
DISCLAIMER!! THIS STORY DOES CONTAIN SEXUAL ASSUALT.
8:30 AM - HOMECOMING DAY: MARTIN LUTHER KING HIGH SCHOOL, LOS ANGELES, CA
"Hey John." I saw John walking to the gym and caught him before he walked in.
"Oh hey Randy."
"I want to ask you something, John." I got down on one knee and asked him... "Will you be my homecoming date for tonight?"
He looked as if he won the NBA Finals. "Of course I will, Randy!"
He hugged me and we stood there, still hugging, and I was so happy. Then, right as we disconnected, and we were about to kiss each other for the first time all day, out of the locker room came Hunter.
"Hello Randal." He snarled. I could tell he was in a bad mood.
"What do you want, asshole? Haven't you caused me enough drama?" I answered.
"The worst is yet to come. And John... stay the fuck away from him." He stormed off.
I looked at John, and fell into a trance with his baby blue eyes. "I didn't get to tell you this before, but I love you John." At this point, I'm walking through the gym with John, where homecoming is going to be, and as we"re walking through past the bleachers, John pulled me under them. I know what you're thinking. We're 17 year old senior students, we're straight A students, and the star volleyball players on our team. What could we possibly be doing under the bleachers?
If you want to know what we were doing under the bleachers, flip the page.
