Late Night Rape
A frightful storm was blowing that night. Fierce winds roaring out of the North brought sheets of rain falling from the depths of a pitch-black sky. Intermittent flashes of lightning fractured the night, revealing a strobe-light view of my room in monochrome stills. I hated being alone on a night like that. My boyfriend, Carlos, should have been with me. But, like so many nights before, he was out late with no call or explanation. Being a gang-banger and a dealer of meth, he wasn’t the kind of man who was used to accounting for his time. Not to his friends, and certainly not to his girl. Time slowly ticked by while the fury of the storm raged on. The icy cold seeped into my room but I managed to stay warm in my nightshirt …