Little Girl Lauren: Part I

Little Girl Lauren: PT I

When I was fourteen years old, I witnessed an 11 year old girl being raped.

It was like any other night. I had eaten about an hour before, and now it was time to run it all off. I had a disgustingly obnoxious complex about being fat, and my young and ignorant mind thought that running an eight minute mile would burn off all the calories from the whole day.

I started my run at approximately 9:37, and began to slow down at 9:44, quite a run, I know. I was at the beginning of my second lap around the lake when I heard a high pitched shriek. I figured it was a bunch of boys and girls immaturely poking their fingers at each other’s stomachs. I laughed it off and continued running.

I was running north, and directly in front of me, about ten yards away there was a huge willow tree. This willow tree in particular was extremely distinct, because of its size, and there was something calming about the way the long pencil thin branches swayed in the wind.

From what I can remember, I approached the tree rather slowly, but what I saw was something I had never imagined I would see in my life. In front of me there were two bodies, a bigger one and a smaller one. The small body seemed to be a young girl that I imagined would have looked like a young Pocahontas. She had a braid, that was exceptionally long. The bigger body was quite a bit taller than her and he looked to have short hair. If there was anything I could safely assume about him, it was that he was a basketball player.

I saw the basketball player bend down to little Pocahontas and whisper something in her ear, which I later found out to be, "Shut the fuck up or I'll blow your head off." He took her hand stearnly and pulled her over to a bench about six feet away from the tree. At that point I was thinking to myself, "How can they not see me?" Well, they hadn't seen me, because if they had I doubt what happened next would have happened.

The basketball player proceeded to bend little Pocahontas over and penetrate her. I saw him thrust in and out, in and out. He did it in a manner in which startled her in a way that made he put his hand over her mouth. Suddenly, he lifted her up and she pummeled down on top of him, she was facing the opposite direction he was, and she was looking up, almost as if she was looking for something in the sky to help her.

At the point, it dawned upon me. I could either try and stop him or I could walk away slowly and live with what I had seen for the rest of my life, which at that point I so dearly wished would only be a minute longer.

I walked quickly over toward the bodies. He saw me, and his eyes pierced me like a needle. He through her off of him and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. At first I wanted to chase him, but what good would that have done? None. I ran over to her and she was crying. "What's your name?" I asked. "Lauren, please help me." I looked down, and the lower half of her body was completely naked. I saw a little pool of liquid in between her legs which I soon realized was blood. "Fuck! You need to get to the hospital!!" She stared at me for what felt to be years, but really was only a split second. Her eyes were huge and I could feel her heart was broken.

I picked her up, and luckily she only lived down the street. I ran up to her front door, with little Pocahontas in my arms and her father opened the door. "What have you done to Lauren!" He screamed. "Nothing," the little girl said, "she helped me."

I heard what I thought to be was a stampede of animals. Lauren's mother and two brothers rushed to the door, and by the look in their eyes, they did not believe what they were seeing. I told them they should take her to a hospital, and they quickly agreed. They took Lauren with them into the house.

I ran home as fast as I could. It was strange, the feeling in my legs. They were carrying my so quickly, yet it felt the world was moving so slowly. Finally after an eternity, I got home and bust through the front door. "Mom!" I screamed. "We need to go to the hospital now!"
"Em, what the hell is wrong!"
"I'll tell you when we get there."

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You know, it's been about four years since that night. And the images of that girl still flash in my head. Since then, Lauren has moved very far away, and I have not seen her since she left.

Her rape was brought to court, and took over 2 1/2 years to reach trial. I was called as a witnesse, and was asked some very intense questions.

Her attacker was named Jason. Jason was 24 years old at the time of the rape. According to prosecutors, he had been watching Lauren for quite some time, and that night she had gone outside only to walk her dog.

When Lauren was rushed to the hospital that night, she was examined by a gynecologist, and under went the rape kit. Apparently, I scared him away before he had a chance to ejaculate, so there was absolutely no proof that he had raped her. Lauren was given the day after pill just in case, because she had only started getting her period a month earlier.

Jason admitted that he had raped Lauren to a private investigator and to one state's attorney. However, after hearing me, Lauren, the investigator, the state's attorney and Jason testify the judge concluded that he had believed Jason had been coerced into confessing.

Jason was found not guilty, and it currently 28 years old working at a retail store at the nearby mall.

Since that night, I have seen Jason many times again. He knows who I am and I often go into his store to pay him "little visits." He has never said a word to me.

I plan to keep visiting Jason until he leaves the surrounding area. Lauren may have gone away, but I won't.