A tiny drop of my own revenge.

My sweet, but oh-so-dirty little loves,
as promised, I have for you one of my crazy stories. I've never, ever told this one before except to a very few people.


 Well, as some of you who have been with me for a while (& I appreciate and have so much love for yall!) already know a little, or a lot about what I call "my experience." It's a bad one & it's one that I had a hefty 4 year miserable struggle with, but I'm way better with it now. I won't go into deep details, but when I was 15 I was stupid enough to go with a "friend" to a party where I knew no-one. 2 15 year old girls at a party with older men & 2 older women. Never a good idea. Well, you can probably imagine the horror of taking a drink from one of the men.

  I lived in fear for all those years & couldn't stand that the man who destroyed me lived on the same mountain as I do. I also couldn't stand the fact that he was in his late 20's & I only 15! So I felt unsafe. I had seen him only a few times in public after the "bad experience." And once the BF & I were pulling out of my driveway & he was in front of us. We had to follow him all the way down the mountain. The small mountain that the both of us shared.

  I didn't really too much want revenge on anyone but myself. The only thing I cared about was him never finding me again or recognizing me. Good thing I've lost like 70 pounds since I was 15. But I wanted to know his whereabouts so I would know when to lookout for him. (I live in a very small area.)

  It took me 4 years to get up the nerve, but I finally told my twin sister what happened. She looked him up on Myspace & we pondered over a way to learn his working hours and whereabouts so I could feel safe when he was away on a trip. He drove a truck, so I knew he was away sometimes.

  We talked about it over and over & then created a fake myspace with fake pictures and added him as a friend. After I saw he accepted the request, it took me 2 months to get up the nerve to even log back on the fake myspace with the fake e-mail and fake pictures.

  At first I couldn't bring myself to type and send the douche bag a message, so my lovely twin (she's a damn genious!) did it for me. He clearly had no clue. She just started small chatting & light flirting to ensure he would respond. Then I got the nerve to message myself & ask where he works explaining that I may have met him at a party once. I knew he wouldn't know it was me as he has raped at least 2 other women that I'm 100% sure of. Incase you're wondering, the police in our town could give a shit less whether or not a rapist gets put away. They're too worried about F'ing little girls themselves. (Harsh? No, because I know these men & they'll freely admit it.)

  So to make this drug out story a little shorter, he did tell me that he worked with a major trucking company, but I think he was somewhat suspicious because he never would give me the specifics although I already know the company he works for. It's only 15 min. away.

  I found out quite a bit, but he would not let go of any personal info. I still have the fake myspace, but haven't wanted any more contact with him after I learned his working shifts. That's all I needed or cared to know.

  I never did get any revenge. I have to remind myself that God will do that part. But it felt so good to have that fake account to get info & know the dates when he was out of town that way, I knew I was safe to sleep at night.

  I'm far beyond revenge at this point, but I do still think about getting on that Myspace and making a damn fool out of this guy. Only I'm scared. LOL

  I love the feeling of ME finally being the one who's got control. How does it feel to be screwed over? If I could've somehow gotten him to get personal & admit to the rapes, I'd so have copied & pasted that shit & posted all over the net & our town. I can't lie, I'd feel so good to do that!

 You never thought I could go there huh? Well, it gets worse!