You left me at a crack house where he was waiting to corner me and take me to his bedroom. You were gone for maybe five minutes and he already had me. What’s worse! I tried to tell you when you got in the door, oh sweet ex of mine, what you had let happen to me. Maybe you didn’t know. Maybe you would care.
You told me to shut up and left again with my rapist. Then? His brother had me.
So tell me, was I just sold twice against my will for you to have drugs?
Fuck you. Fuck them. DON’T fuck with me ever again.
— Survivor, age 22