Free Asylum by Kristen Selleck

Sam insisted.  “You’re going to be better than normal!”
                Chloe
let out a long sigh.  It felt like she had been holding it in since the first
day she arrived.
                “So
now you know.  Your roommate is a psycho,” Chloe confessed.
                “Well,
you’re not the only one,” Sam laughed.
                “Don’t
tell me.  You’re a serial killer?” Chloe smiled.
                “Serial
slut, actually,” Sam’s voice sounded bitter.  “My high school experience was
kind of similar to yours.  See, there was this guy.  He was really hot.  Kind
of built and just a gorgeous butt on him.  He was super popular, of course, but
so was I.  He seemed really nice, and smart.  I mean, he was the total
package.  I had a huge, huge crush on him.  It wasn’t just an
I-want-to-sleep-with-him kind of thing.  I wanted to be his girlfriend, I
wanted to write ‘I luv Evan’ all over my notebooks with little pink hearts like
I was in grade school or something.  He finally asked me out.  We went to a
movie, and then instead of taking me home, we drove around on these deserted
back roads until he found a place to pull over.  I thought…I don’t know what I
thought, I should have known what was going to happen, but I thought at least
he was going to be romantic about it.  I thought he would…I thought….he just….I
just…I couldn‘t push him away, and he grabbed my hair…and…and...”
                “You
were raped ?” gasped Chloe.
                Sam
winced.
                “God,
I hate that word.  Just hate it.  It sounds so melodramatic.  I told him to just
wait a minute, to hold on, and he said that he knew I did it with everybody . 
Started naming guys left and right that I supposedly had sex with.  Really, I
had only ever slept with two guys, and I tried to tell him so, but he started
saying how everyone knew I was a slut.”
                Sam
made a fist and pounded her knee absentmindedly. Chloe stared at the ground.
                “So
I tried to push him away, he was stronger, and he grabbed me by my hair
and…that was that.  It sounds like one of those movies on Lifetime, doesn’t
it?” Sam asked.
                “It
sounds like it was awful,” Chloe replied truthfully.
                “What
was awful was going to school Monday.  I was so embarrassed.  I didn’t want
anyone to know.  I just kept thinking about how he said everyone already
thought I was a slut, and if I made a big deal out of it, people might think it
was my fault.  I should have gone to the police the second he dropped me off. 
I know that now, because when I went in to school he had told a bunch of
people.  All my friends knew, the whole school knew.  He had a bunch of the
guys chanting “slut, slut, slut” at me every time I walked by them.  Someone
keyed the word ‘slut’ into my car.  People I didn’t even know would walk by me
in the hallway and just say ‘skank’ or ‘slut’.  I just had enough at one point. 
I thought, my reputation is already in the toilet, who cares now?  So I went
down to the guidance counselor, damn helpful people those guidance counselors-”
Sam rolled her eyes.
                Chloe
snorted.
                “And
I told him what had happened to me, and how this guy had everybody calling me a
slut, and instead of doing anything about it, he called Evan down to the office
and asked to hear his side of it.”  Sam pursed her lips in disgust.
                “He
didn’t!” Chloe was dumbfounded.
                “He
did.  And sure enough, Evan tells him that I was the one who had pursued him,
and that I was just angry because he didn’t want to have a relationship with
me.  Then he gets all his friends to come down to the office and back him up,
saying how they had all slept with me.