“No, my dad is away, taking care of some business.” I only partially lie.
“Okay, I can call your mom. What’s her number?” He questions, as if that’s never not an option.
“Um,” I pause, looking down at the table. “I don’t know where my mother is. She took off when I was little.” He pauses as he looks at me again with the same fucking look that everyone has always given me when they find out my mother left. Like,what the fuck is wrong with you?
“Okay then, tell me what happened.” He mumbles out, then yawns. “Do you mind if I record this?” He asks while a second yawn escapes him.
“That’s fine.” I inhale as he clicks the recorder that is still in front of us, on.
“Did you know him?” He asks me, not looking up from his notepad.
“Yes, his name is Jake… Erg, Jacob.”
“What was your relationship with him?”
“We’ve been out on a couple of dates. Nothing serious.” I tell him.
“And what’s the extent of the relationship?” He asks me as he pauses.
“We’ve kissed. That’s really about it.”
“But you were romantic with him?”
“I guess, if you could call it that.” I shrug back at him.
“Okay, when did the attack happen?” He still is completely emotionless.
“A few hours ago. It was right after I got home.” I admit to him, and he cocks his head.
“Why were you out so late?”
“We had been a couple of hours away in Sonston’s End for a family friend. They released him from the hospital today and we were there to celebrate.” I pause as he writes it down. “We were arguing in the car, and he dropped me off. Probably 20 minutes later, I heard a noise in my house. So, I went to look to see what it was.”
“Okay, that’s alright Ms. Davis. You don’t need to play-by-play it just yet. Did he know your father is out of town?”
“Probably,” I shrug. “I mean, he saw no one was home when he dropped me off.”
He nods his head. “Did he just leave afterwards?”
“Yes, he left. I took a shower and convinced myself to come here.” I whisper as I look back at him.
“Okay, so what we’re going to do is have you go over to the ER. They’re going to do a rape kit so we can get some DNA.”
“What happens if he used a condom?” I whisper out and he shakes his head and presses the recorder off.
“Look kid,” he starts as he looks back up at me. “You have no physical evidence, so at this point it’s essentially your word against his.”
“Are you saying that there’s nothing I can do?”
“I’m telling you the truth. 10% of rape cases go to court. And most of them have some sort of evidence.” He pauses and then adds, “And if you take this to court, the defense will tear apart your life. And with who your father is…” he trails and looks at me. I’m fucking appalled at what he’s saying… it’s just as bad as telling me I deserved it, or that I was asking for it.
Maybe you shouldn’t have worn tight jeans today.
“So, you 're telling me that because of who my father was—”
“Is.” he states.
“Whatever, because of who he is. I can’t ever say that something happened to me?” I, shockingly, say.
