Where Were You?

I sat on the couch of my one bedroom apartment twiddling my thumbs nervously. My friends were all out celebrating the New Year but here I sat in solitude. The table in front of me was cleared of all the usual clutter, all swept aside violently. I set my revolver down on its dark oak finish. I closed my eyes and began to remember.

It was April 22nd. I had opened the door to my apartment despite both arms burdened with grocery bags. My girlfriend was sitting on the couch facing the doorway. She was in her light blue flannel pajamas and one of my oversized t-shirts, tears streaming through her black mascara. I dropped the bags on the floor and jumped onto the couch beside her. She grabbed onto me and squeezed as hard as she could manage.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

She looked up at me with innocent doe eyes. She sniffled a few times trying to compose herself then broke down again.

“I was raped.”

A surreal shockwave overtook me. I had tunnel vision, not much else mattered.. No, nothing else mattered. I held her in my arms and she told me how it happened. How she was walking back to her car when a man grabbed her from behind. How he shoved her into a narrow alleyway. How he forced himself on her.

And worst of all, how no one heard her screams for help.

I kissed her forehead and pressed her face against mine. She recoiled instinctively. I told her everything would be okay, and she agreed. It seemed to bring her comfort.

But nothing was okay.

I found her dead in the bathroom the next night. Overdosed on pills. Her family scolded me during the funeral.

“You could have kept her from going through with it.”

“You should have been stronger.”

“Where were you?”

That last one hurt more than the rest. I wonder that myself sometimes when I’m alone with my thoughts. Where was I? On the night she was raped I was standing in the checkout line at Safeway. When she killed herself I was in the other room sleeping. I could have kept her from going through with it, I should have been stronger.

I opened my eyes once again and looked down at the table. The gun always haunted me, teasing me with an escape. Tears and beads of sweat fell from my face onto my lap. With a trembling hand I grabbed the gun. It was cold to the touch, emotionless and comforting. With the answer so close, the words rushed into my brain.

“Where were you?”

“Where were you?”

“Where were you?”



13 thoughts on “Where Were You?”

  1. Very powerful emotional story. 😦

    Even after brutal events, you can never know how much pain someone is hiding. Sometimes it’s impossible to be “there” for them, no matter how much you wanted to protect them.

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    1. Thank you for the read TeacherofYA and the compliments. Always good to hear from you. Fortunately this is purely fiction. Unfortunately this is a very real issue, there are so many people I love in my life and I don’t know what I would do if something like that were to happen to any one of them. It’s powerfully emotional territory and I am glad you enjoyed it.

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  2. Whoa! As always your writing is so emotive. And it ended on a jazz chord, without a resolution. Do I get to decide how it ended in my own mind? Or do I have to wonder what happened next?

    Your blog is one of the few that I look forward to reading. Keep it up.

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    1. First off- Thank you so much for your kind comments! I can’t express how much it means to know people enjoy what I write! I really appreciate your support.

      I like to think that the first thing that pops into your mind at the end is what happens.

      I love short stories. Writing and reading them. I take note of the blogs that do them well. So naturally I check out Tandi Tales whenever it pops up on my feed 🙂

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