DIANE’S DÉJÀ VU

Diane’s P.O.V.

But I just didn’t get it. I was only waiting at a bus stop to get home last night. I dressed conservatively, I didn’t wear any makeup on my face, and I didn’t look like a prostitute! So, why would they kidnap me? Why me? Should I be thankful that only one man took away my virginity and I wasn’t gang-raped? Hell, no way!

My lips couldn’t stop quivering as I continued to shed painful tears. I was still sobbing my heart out while sinking myself in the shower when my bathroom door opened and Mom strode in.

She quickly approached me to hug my...