The woman dressed in black
The woman was dressed all in black.
No one had died, but she was still in mourning.
She still remembered the day the girl she once was had died.
And the man who had killed her.
Her vision blurred as a film of tears formed-but it was gone as soon it came.
She walked briskly away from the courtroom, ignoring her lawyer-who hadn't done nearly enough.
And then-
She stopped.
She sank to the floor, the rough gravelly pavement, and finally allowed herself to cry.
She cried for the girl she once was and the woman she was now.
She cried because the moment she had gone up to the stand she had become the one on trial.
The D.A asked her why she was making up these lies, she had a perfect life, one others would kill to have.
Wasn't she an entitled little b***h.
She cried because her trust and faith had been broken. Damaged, perhaps beyond repair.
By the person she had loved most.
When she had finally brought herself to get up, night had fallen. A hazy figure emerged in the distance, making its way towards her.
"Come on, it's late. We best be going now."
She let her dad take her by the hand and drive her back home.
And this time when he forced himself on her she didn't resist.
A prized stallion, she had finally been broken.