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Summary: This may be out of order in whatever way, but hey, its my story, I get to decide how it goes. ;-) Sorry if it takes a while for me to get it posted, but I've been writing it in whatever time I get between classes and stuff and I'm laptop less so its all scribbled down on paper and I've actually gotta find time to type it all up. But hopefully I'll find enough time somewhere. =) Happy Reading!

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Author's Note: This is a very hard chapter for me to write. About 6 months ago, something happened to me, that I never ever dreamed would ever happen. I wish I could say it was a good thing, but it really wasn't. It is one of the most horrific and scary things I have ever had to go through, and a lot of the time, I wish it had only been a bad dream. Unfortunately, what happened to me is very serious, and happens to thousands of other people, all over the world, every day. I've had a really hard time dealing with it, as it is very hard to talk about. But I want to include this chapter, because I feel that spreading the awareness of such a realistic and scary event, might actually help somebody, somewhere. Even though it has been 6 months for me, it scares me to death to think about what happened. But as scared and as embarrassed as I get, because it is so difficult to share with others, this is something that has had a major impact on our society today, and I am hoping that by sharing my experience, I will somehow be helping somebody else in the same situation. So to everyone who has been and is in my same shoes, my heart goes out to you. I know exactly how you feel. Thank you to all my friends who have loved me and supported me through these last 6 months, I couldn't have made it without all of you! Thank you & I love you! Please be sure to read & review this chapter, and out of respect for anyone who shares in my challenge, please, no flaming. This is a very real subject, that should be given all the courtesy and seriousness it entails, so please be kind and respectful of it. Thanks for reading & I look forward to reading all your wonderful reviews very soon! =)

~ Dreams of Gold

One Day, One Event, One Life, Forever Changed

6 Months Later

"Hi Baby! I miss you!" Tommy said picking up his cellular phone.

"Tommy, I'm coming home. Tell me what city you're in . . ."

"Why, what's going on?

"I need to get out of Paris. Just tell me what city you're in, then meet me at the airport.

"I'm in Fort Lauderdale. But Kimberly, tell me what happened."

"I need you Tommy, I need you bad!"

"Sweetie, talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."

"Ok . . . . . .I'm sitting home working on the computer and the neighbor comes over . . . He's a friend of Tomás', so I let him in because Tomás was suppose to be back any second! So he follows me into the office and he's talking to me about this project I'm working on that I'm stressed over."

"How old is this guy?"

"Tomás' age, if not a little older . . . So I'm sitting there and he's telling me not to stress so much and starts giving me a back massage, and I'm stupid and thought nothing of it. So then he's all pulling at the back of my shirt and I'm thinking 'What the HECK!!!' So I yank my shirt back down so he'll get his scummy hands off me. And as I'm trying to think of how to get rid of him, he starts on my shoulders, then all of a sudden he puts his hand down the font of my shirt and inside my bra, so he's touching my breast! And I totally flipped out!!!!!"

"Oh my gosh!"

"I jumped up and ran out of there! I had to get away! I just ran to the bathroom and locked the door till he left, but it took forever!!! He kept knocking on the door, trying to talk to me . . . . . . . I can't be here anymore Tommy, I'm coming home!!!!!" Kimberly cried, tears flooding her face.

"Oh my gosh!!! Kimberly, I'm so sorry!!! Honey, are you ok???"

"No! I'm scared out of my mind! I don't know what to do Tommy! I called Trini from the bathroom I locked myself in, and she said I should call you."

"You need to tell your parents or the police."

"They won't believe me Tommy. This jerk has been Tomás's friend for years! They won't believe me. He's the one person everyone trusts!"

"Kimberly, he touched you somewhere he never should have. Hell, he never should have touched you at all! Only I get to touch you! ESPECIALLY THERE!!!"

"I'm so scared Tommy!" Kimberly said, crying harder by the minute. "I don't know what to do!"

"Baby, I'm so sorry!"

"I feel dirty now!"

"Kimberly, I'm so sorry!"

"Can I come there? Please? I need to get out of here!"

"Of course you can."

"Thank you Tommy."

"Go call about a flight, I have a race to win, but I'm leaving my phone on. Call me as soon as you have your flight numbers and arrival time. I'll meet you at the airport, then we can decide how to kill that Bastard!"

"I just don't get it! I wasn't even dressed sexy! I'm just wearing jeans; not even tight ones, and an old ratty, faded t-shirt! Why me?!?"

"Because he's sick and you're young and beautiful. But we're going to take care of him.! Don't worry about it. I love you, ok? Just remember that."

"I love you too Tommy."

"Call the airport, then call me right back. Are your doors locked?"

"Yeah, I already locked them all."

"Windows?"

"Yeah."

"Good! Try not to think about it. Its going to be ok. I love you Kimberly."

'I love you too. I'll call you in a few minutes." she said then hung up to call the airport.

~ ~ ~ 10 minutes Later ~ ~ ~

"Ok, its flight number 1739 direct from Paris France, to Fort Lauderdale. I'll be flying out in an hour and a half, and landing at 6:15."

Ok, sounds good."

"I'm on my way to the airport right now."

"Kimberly, is there anything I can do for you? Anybody I can call?"

"Yeah right."

"Kim, come on . . . Let me help you."

"I just have to get out of here."

"I know . . ."

"Tommy, you're on." his uncle said walking up behind him.

"Kimberly, I've gotta go race, but I'll see you in a few hours. Try to relax, ok? Everything is going to be ok. I love you Sweetie."

"I love you too Tommy! Good luck today!"

"Thanks Beautiful. I'll win one for you."

"You better!"

"I will. Call me if you need anything."

"I love you Tommy. I'll see you soon."

"I love you too Baby. Have a safe flight."

"I will. Bye Honey. Drive safe!"

"I will. Bye Sweetie. See you soon." Tommy said as he hung up the phone.

"Tommy! Let's go!" John called again.

"I'm on it!" he called back as he hurried over. "Uncle John, you've gotta take me out of everything after 5."

"What?!? You're crazy!"

"I have to go to the airport and get Kimberly. Something happened, and she's running away from Paris. I have to go get her, but I'll come back afterwards."

"Go get in your car, we'll talk later."





To Be Continued . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Author's Note: I am sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but it is one of the toughest things I have ever written. 6 months ago, my life was changed forever. At 20 years old, I thought for sure that I was safe. I managed to get through elementary, middle and even high school, without ever having to deal with anything more than the divorce of my parents. But then in a split second, everything changed. Within a single second, I went from being happy and carefree, to being a statistic as I became the victim of molestation.

Never in my life, did I ever think I would be at risk or molestation, much less become a victim. But at twenty years old, I ended up in the very same situation at Kimberly. The story of her trial, is actually my own. The only difference being I don't live in Paris, but in California. And I in no possible way look anywhere near as beautiful as Amy Jo Johnson (Kimberly Hart, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers).

Molestation is a very real threat in our society today, and one that many people just don't take seriously. I know I didn't until it happened to me. I always knew it was there, but I never put much thought to it. But then it happened, and my entire universe came crashing down on top of me. Being a victim of molestation has changed my life. Like Kimberly, I kept what happened to myself, except for telling a few close friends. To this day, my parents still don't know. (Well, they do, but they don't know it was me that it happened to. They still wouldn't believe it.) However, keeping such a horrific event to myself, defiantly wasn't one of my smarter moves. Being the victim, it has been completely overwhelming and changed everything about me.

For the longest time, I've jumped at my own shadow, and haven't been able to trust anybody. Especially not men. It took me freaking out in the presence of a close family friend, to realize that I needed help. Opening up about what happened to me has really helped me to realize that even though I thought so at the time, I am not the only person who has ever been the victim of molestation. By opening up to my friends, I came to realize that 3 of my close friends have been in a very similar situation. Only they weren't as lucky as I was. So to everyone out there in the same or similar situations, I encourage you to help yourself. Open up and talk to someone, even if it is just a close friend. You are not alone. Don't let yourself be a victim for the rest of your life, just because you are scared and ashamed of what happened. Step out and fight. Take your life back by talking about it. Your story may just help someone else, the way that my friends' stories helped me. If I hadn't opened up, I would still be buried by the guilt, sadness, and embarrassment of what happened. Please, don't let yourself ve a victim. Don't let what happened to you, eat you alive. Open up to someone; a parent, a friend . . . Do what I was too scared and didn't have the guts to do at the time. Go to the police. Believe it or not, they actually are there to help you.

It has been 6 months for me, and I wish like crazy that I never had to go through such a horrifying experience. It still scares me to death to think about it. But even though its been a long time, its still not too late for me. I can and should still go to the police. Who's to say I'm the first and only one? And who's to say I'm the last? Be a better person than me. Go to your parents, friends, city and law enforcement officials, etc. Don't be ashamed of what happened. You didn't ask to be a victim. It isn't your fault. But you can survive and you can take a stand. Talk to someone. You never know, the life you could be saving by opening up could be a complete stranger's. Or . . . It could be your best friend.

~ Dreams of Gold

P.S. If you have been or are ever in the same or a similar situation as me, and are afraid and think that you don't have anybody to talk to, or are too afraid to open up, I am more than happy and willing to help you out. Feel free to email me any time. Adorablekittens2002@yahoo.com Talking helps. Just remember, no matter what you are feeling, or how hard it is, you are not alone.