A Message to Him

How do you not remember me?
 I was 15, you were in your sixties.
 I trusted you, I danced every week with you.
 You were a predator, you were a pedophile, you are a monster.
 You saw a young, naïve trusting girl and took advantage of her.
 You touched me in ways you never should have.
 You had your wife try to groom me.
You used my religion as a way to keep me silent.
 For three almost four years you sexually abused me.
 For years I blamed myself, I was drowning in my pain.
 I almost died several times by my hand because of what you were doing to me.
 I was so scared of you, I stayed silent for years drowning in my pain.
 When I was 19, with the strength of my friends I went to the police.
 Six-month investigation, ended with nothing as there was no physical evidence left.
 You get to walk around free, as I have nightmares and flashbacks of you.
 Every day I battle my C-PTSD and die a little bit inside knowing that I will never get justice.
 The words the detective told me still echo in my mind.
 He claims to have no memory of you, unless someone else comes forward I can do nothing else.
 Disrespectfully F*ck You Rick.
  How do you not remember me?

  Written by Nova