It’s been 3 years since I’ve been back here. I honestly never thought I’d return,as they say tho revenge is best served cold. Nothings changed t still the same old empty field filled with nothing but weeds, smells of dog and cat urine from the local strays intertwined with trash that’s baked in the hot Nevada sun all day.

He thought he took my power that day, but it’s funny how much you find when you see your face in the mud. I’ve relived that day so many times I don’t see anything else and until I found him.

He worked as a rent a cop for some low grade 24 wedding chapel outside Vegas, uniform unkept and barely washed. Smelled of old ciggeretts and cheap booze, he didn’t even reconize who I was standing right in front of him. I guess he forced a different view so he wouldn’t see my face but I’m not sure he expected to remember me

Looking through my purse I grab my beautifully polished.38 and pointed it directly to his head

“Do you remember what you made me say” I asked

Shuddering and shaking he responds “e- excuse me”

“SAY IT MF” I scream jammin the barrel of my gun in his face

His eye glaze over as he connects the dots mummerin “ who is your da”

The ringing in my head is all I can focus on as is lifeless body falls to the ground. The owner of the chapel is panicking

“I’m calling 911” he cry’s out “please lease”

I don’t know why I dove back here were it happened I thought making him go away would make my pain go away but now it seem worse. The cops are coming for me as panic sets in what should I do now

“Put the gun down” the officer screams out

I could end this all right now raising the gun pointing it to the row of officers, time seems to be running in slow motion I wish I fought harder the day he raped me in that field

BANG