It Didn't Have To Come To This

"What a tale but it lights out in five minutes so why don't you call it a night early!"

We do ask he ask and the night passes uneventful as usual. Upon waking, we follow the regular morning routine. When we're back in our respective cell I call out "So you want to hear a different kind of tale from me?" Both nod their head "Well then here's a little tale i all "It Didn't Have To Come To This!"

The fucking nerve of that Bastard. Only five days ago he writes how he rapes me and takes me out of the country and now he posting to me like nothing ever happened!. Fuck him and his so-called friendship. Right now I’d like to help him into an open grave!

Glancing up I spot Jenna making a beeline to the table I get us at Starbucks for our weekly get together. Logging off, closing my laptop, setting it aside, I go to get up and greet her only to be motioned back into my seat. “Alright who wronged you now Regina?”

“What makes you think that someone wronged me?”

“Well your hair isn’t immaculate,your barely wearing any make-up and girl what’s with the baggy sweats you have on?”

Damn I forgot just how good sis knew me, despite her being straight and marries and me being bisexual. Oh well might as well come right out with it, if anyone would be sympathetic it would be Jenna. Looking around seeing no one is close enough to over hear me “Jenna I’ve be **** by someone we both thought was a hell of a nice guy!”

Kayla pulls her chair around and drops into it, pulling me into an embrace “Oh god who?”

Gscma64, last Thursday at my place!” going into the details of how he broke in with help from me, his tying me, **** me and his penetration of me!”

“You called the police right?” The way I averted her eyes must have told her “Oh Regina you should have called me immediately honey!” Oh great my best friend using the “Four Horsemen of Hindsight!’ against me-Coulda!, Woulda!, Shoulda! and their half brother Didn’t!

“Well at least tell me that your not going to let him away with it?” Her arms around my shoulders “Tell me you plan on making him suffer for what he did?”

How? I have no idea where he lives besides Mississ -something Canada!”

Digging through her bag, Jenna comes up with her address book “ Here it is “Peter Holmes, Private investigator!” Showing me,the book, her finger besides the person in question. “Knew his card might come in handy someday!”

“And you have this why?”

Let just say, Darren and I are having issues and leave it at that!”

“Listen mister holmes showed me how to back trace people from any website!” Sitting there proud of herself, “So as long as he’s put his email account into the official sign- up i can find the bastard in no time flat!” Taking my laptop, firing it up, a few finger strokes later “And here he is! ‘[email protected]”, hey the asshole a Skyper also!

“Great and that helps me how?”