Kerry (32:36)
It was a Sunday evening. I had worked till approximately 5 o' clock at night, but it was November, so it tends to get darker early in November. I was two blocks or so away from home and suddenly I heard footsteps coming coming up from behind me. Which isn't unusual because there are a lot of joggers that jog the same road that I would. I had grown up there all my life. I felt very safe there. It didn't matter if it was daytime or nighttime, and because it was such a highly traveled area, I really didn't have any sense of fear or sense of being unsafe. Something told me though, just to glance behind me. Just take a look and see who's coming up behind you. And as the footsteps got closer, that's What I did, I turned my head to look behind me and suddenly there was a gloved hand over my mouth and a knife to my face. And the man said, if you scream, I will kill you. It was surreal. It was kind of like an out of body experience. Everything went by very slow. I couldn't see him. So your other senses tend to kick in. I could just smell. The gloves smelled dirty and the knife blade was cold. And I could smell the smell of stale beer or alcohol on his breath. I looked around and there was no one. That street was just vacant. No cars, no pedestrians, no people anywhere. And I knew I was in trouble. Then he had one hand. His left hand was over my mouth and his right hand had the knife to my cheek. And that is when he said, if you scream, I will kill you. His voice was calm, almost eerily calm. Almost as though this was something that he had done before. Almost as though he had this plan. He knew exactly where he was taking me. And that frightened me even more. He was approximately 6ft, 6ft, 2 inches tall maybe. He was very forceful. And I felt as though if I did try and run or I did try and fight him, that he would definitely be able to overpower me. I never saw him. Anytime that I would try and look back at him, he would yell at me very angrily and insistently, you know, don't look at me, turn around, don't look at me. He dragged me across the busy street that I would normally jog on. And he was taking me towards an alley all the time, saying, you know, if you scream, I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you. The houses and garages in this alley were friends of mine. It's where they lived. And so now I had another decision to make. Do I run, you know, to try and get into one of these houses? And if I do that and I ring the doorbell or pound on the door, is he then going to come with me and are they now going to be a victim? So I decided not to. I decided just to go with it. But then I see where I'm going next, which is even worse than the alley. And there's a lot of dense shrubbery in this area. And I thought to myself, he's going to rape me, he's going to kill me and it's going to be a long time before someone finds me there. He took me into the middle of that area, forced me to kneel down. I had a fanny pack. And he took the knife and he cut the strings of that and he proceeded to tie my hands behind my back and blindfolded me. Once he put the blindfold on, I couldn't see out, but I could see down. Of course, I wasn't going to tell him that, but it gave me a little sense of relief that I could at least see what was going on, you know, on the ground. He angrily said, don't you have any more than $10? And I said, no. But I was thinking to myself, I'm 16 years old. I'm not going to have anything more, more than $10. And he said to me, if you're lying, I'm going to kill you. I said, I'm not lying. Then, for whatever reason, he untied my hands. It was clear that he was going to have me perform oral sex on him. I'm still fully clothed, but I know this is going to happen. So I begin praying aloud. In a very intense situation like that, you swear you hear someone talking to you. And I believe that because I did hear someone talking to me that said, you're gonna be okay. Things are gonna be okay. He's telling me, shut up. Shut the f up. And it was at that point that this calm just came over me. I looked down, and I saw that he put down the knife. That was the first time I could actually see the size of. Of the knife. And it was a switchblade knife. It was about this big. We're facing each other, still kneeling. His pants are down to his knees. And I see the knife, and I know it's either him or me. And I'm not ready to go yet. I know I have one shot at this, and I have to be quick. So I grabbed the knife with both hands, and I stab him with it. I plunged the knife in until I could feel the bottom of my fists hitting his skin. And I just tore. I tore. I could feel the muscles tear, the skin tear, the tendons tear. And I dragged it till I couldn't go any further. It appeared I hit some, and it wouldn't allow me to go any further. Now I have a decision to make, because the knife is stuck in him, and if I keep the knife there too long, he's going to be able to get it. So I take the knife out of him, and I thrust it into the ground with both hands, and I hold onto it for dear life because I know if he gets this knife away from me, he's going to stab me, he's going to kill me. I'm holding the knife in the ground with both hands, and I'm still blindfolded, still can only see down. And he yelps out in pain, and he says to me, oh, you're gonna play rough, bitch. He started pounding me with his fist and striking me very hard in the side of my head. And I knew that I probably couldn't take many more hits without losing consciousness. So I took the knife out of the ground again and I stabbed him again, same thing. I plunged that knife in till my bottom of my fist hit his skin, and I just tore. I was hoping I would kill him. I thought for sure with the amount of cutting that I had done that he would be dead. And he wasn't. I heard him get up and try and grab his pants and pull them up, and I heard him running away. I pulled the blindfold down around my neck and I began running. I'm trying to scream, help me, help me. And I must have looked like a raving lunatic because I have a knife in one hand, I have this blindfold around my neck, and I'm beaten pretty badly. Two guys had pulled up in a car, and they looked at me just terrified. And he said, one of the guys said, we're here, we're going to help you.