Free Society Girls: Jenysis by Crystal Perkins Page B

to stop. This woman is a victim, and she does not need to be further victimized by those who have never met her. She did nothing wrong, and I can’t be silent while she is called names, and attacked. I’ve seen posts where people have said they know I couldn’t have done this, but really they don’t know. I may be a public figure, but the majority of the people saying they ‘know me’ have never even met me. They don’t know me. I know I didn’t do this, but they don’t. I appreciate that they want to believe in me, but not at the expense of an innocent woman. I am asking everyone to please leave Sonia Cordova alone. As I said, she doesn’t deserve this. If people are truly my fans, they’ll listen to what I’ve just said. You can support me without tearing her apart. Again, I love you all, but I won’t tolerate these kind of attacks. If they don’t stop, I will. I’ll leave social media completely, and do no more meet and greets, or fan events. That’s career suicide, but I’d rather have no career than have irreparable damage caused to another human being because of me. Thank you.”
    I turn and walk back inside, closing the door on the questions, and the camera flashes. Jeny wraps her arms around me. “That was brilliant. I’m so proud of you.”
    “I meant it,” I say, looking up to see Kace and Brett in the hallway.
    “We’re behind you,” Kace says.
    “It’s all or nothing. We’ve started over once already, and we can do it again. I’m not worried about losing anything,” Brett tells me.
    “I don’t know what I’d do without you guys. Or you, Jeny girl. Thank you all.”
    “Are you up for more interviews, or would you rather wait until tomorrow?” Audrey asks.
    “Let’s get them over with tonight. I want you all to have everything you need, so you can clear my name as fast as possible.”
    I want this to die down for me, but also for Sonia, too. I will gladly give up my career if it means she won’t have to deal with attacks, and threats. I can’t even fathom why people think it’s okay to hide behind their computer screens and vilify people. Some people deserve it—rapists deserve it. A woman who is the victim of a violent crime does not.

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    J enysis
    “Will you stay with me for the rest of these?” Wayne asks me as we walk down the hall.
    “As long as no one else minds, I’d love to.”
    “I don’t care if they mind.”
    “Everyone is doing what’s best to help you.”
    “I know, but I need you with me.”
    “Then I’ll be there.”
    We enter the room, and sit next to each other on one of the couches. “I need Jeny with me.”
    “Okay,” Audrey says.
    Well, that was easier than I thought it would be. I know things are going on that I’m not privy to, because they don’t want Wayne to know everything that’s going on just yet. I don’t pry, because I wouldn’t want to have to keep things from him. I don’t even know if I could.
    “We’d like to take some samples from you,” my friend, Kalila, tells him. She’s a scientist like Audrey, although she’s a little more reserved than our fiery Latina mentor.
    “I did that at the police station, but you can have whatever you want from me.”
    “We just want to have our own samples, so we can double check them ourselves. Plus, we can do it faster,” Audrey tells him.
    “How will you match the samples? The police won’t give them to you, will they?”
    “No. They won’t give them to us, but Darcy has her ways. It’s best I don’t tell you any more than that.”
    “Um, yeah, okay.”
    I move aside a little so the team can do what it needs to. They swab his mouth, take some blood, a few hairs from his head, and scrape a little bit of his skin into a tube. “You okay?” I ask after that part, which I know from my training classes, doesn’t feel the best.
    “Yep. The police didn’t take my skin.”
    “We’re more advanced.”
    “That makes me feel lucky to have you on my side.”
    “The other