Jason Davenport

As Amelia pushed me out into the blasting rain, I realized something.

I was exhausted.

I was tired.

I was tired of the crying, tired of the begging.

I knew I deserved everything that was happening right now and then some more, but I was tired.

This was what I'd also be. The rapist. The criminal. No matter how hard I tried. No one would ever see the good in me.

And it was all my fault.

I showed the good in me too late. Way too late. So late that everyone would stand waiting for me to draw the curtains and prove to them that it was...