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Chastity’s Bad Time I had a feeling something was wrong when Davy and I first went in the cafeteria. Chastity’s books and meal were at her spot, but the seat was empty. We sat down and talked about this and that; I don’t think Davy realized my concern. When two guys came in the cafeteria and sat down, the smirkers I called them from before, laughing, that aroused my concern. When it came to about ten minutes before the bell ringing for class and still no Chastity I figured I needed to do something. I asked Davy to put Chastity’s and my books in my locker, he knew the combination, on his way to class. I got up to go and he asked, “Where are you going?” “To find Chastity,” I said, “I need to talk to her about this weekend.” “Oh, OK.” Davy is oblivious to most things. I think that is how he survives high school. He is made fun of unmercifully. “Tell Chastity hi for me.” I was already half across the room by then. The smirkers and their buddies were having a good time about something; it worried me. I went out toward the gym but there was no one there. I started to round the back when I heard voices. “Bell’s going to ring any moment.” “Boy, did you see how we fixed that whore?” “Yeah, we fixed her all right.” “When people hear how we used her she won’t be able to hold her head up in school.” It was at that point I rounded the corner and nearly ran into them. “Where is she?” I said. I stood stock-still, my legs slightly apart, my hands on my hips. “Where’s Chastity?” They were shocked to see me, then their faces changed. It was if a window shade were pulled down. All the light left their faces. “Who’s Chastity?” the taller one said. He was tucking his shirt in his pants. “Do you know a Chastity?” he asked his friend. “Chastity, no, no never heard of her,” the shorter one said. He snickered. “Come on, we’ll be late for class.” “Where is she?” “Don’t know what you’re talking about,” the tall one said as he walked around me. “What did you do to her?” I was getting frightened and angry, I wanted to both scream and cry. “Don’t know what your problem is girl. We don’t know what you’re talking about.” The short one skirted around me and they headed back toward the school. As I started past them, across the playing field, toward the line of trees on the other side, I heard them laugh again. It took some time to find her. She was in a clump of trees, hidden by bushes. She was all right, but they’d stripped her and tied her hands around a small tree with part of her blouse. Another piece was crammed into her mouth. She was kneeling in front of the tree, her arms around it, her head and shoulder against it, quiet. I rushed over. “Chastity,” I said and knelt down. She looked up at me and made a muffled sound. “Oh Chastity,” I said as I pulled out the gag. “Thanks. Things got a little out of hand.” She almost laughed. “Here, I’ll get your hands.” It took a few minutes, the knots had been pulled really tight. Chastity hummed, didn’t say anything, just hummed. “Thanks, they were starting to hurt,” she said as I got the knot finally undone. “We need to get the police or something.” I was crying and shaking. Chastity fell back on her rear and wiggled her fingers. “No police, Sam. For what?” “For this, this is wrong what they did to you.” “They certainly are a sorry bunch of fuckers, I’ll say that.” She reached a hand toward me and pulled me over. “With my reputation most people will believe this was well deserved.” She stroked the hair from my face. “I truly thank you for finding me.” Chastity laughed, “I need to sit here for a moment. Are my clothes anywhere around?” I found her skirt tossed under a bush near by. Her blouse was in shreds and her sweater I never found, even when I was out here the next day. Her bag and the things in it had been scattered under bushes nearby. Her shoes and socks had been thrown together far off. Chastity ended up wearing her skirt and my sweater. She sat back, still humming, she didn’t seem angry or sad. “Aren’t you upset? I would be in tears long ago.” Chastity said, “It’s not like I’ve not been used for sex before. Things just got out of hand. A guy came up while I was at lunch and I thought, well, why not. We were out behind the gym. After he was finished I opened my eyes and saw a ring of faces. I think I even made a wisecrack, ‘Next.’ They grabbed me and carried me to the woods here, finished stripping me, tied me to the tree and then took turns.” Chastity laughed. “It’s not like I wouldn’t have been happy to screw each one of them. I would have thrown my whole soul into it, into their and my pleasure.” “I’ll never understand that about you, how you are able to do it so —” “So indiscriminately? Especially with Jim, Mark and Bill? I just do it, that’s all. It’s funny, too, all of their ‘going to fuck that bitch.’ I didn’t feel a thing, nothing but a growing sense of impatience. Heaven knows what they felt.” Chastity leaned back. “Thanks for finding me again. It was amazing, tied there, I saw this spider walking through the leaves. It became the most important thing in my life. When the spider finally wandered out of my vision I almost cried. Then I heard a bird nearby, a woodpecker I think, tapping against a tree, making a high chirp now and again. Then it would move to another tree. I couldn’t see it. But I could hear it. I would have been all alone if not for my eyes and ears, even with those guys taking turns on me, joking and laughing with each other, egging each other on. If not for that spider and bird I would have been all alone. I kept on seeing more things and hearing sounds off in the distance, an ant tugging a bit of leaf, a car horn from downtown. I wasn’t alone if I could learn to see and hear more.” “Dear Chastity,” I put my arm around her. “Dearest Sam, I heard you thrashing through the woods, the branches crackling under your feet, boughs whipped by your clothing. You came close, moved away and came close again. I realized I wasn’t alone, you were near by.” “How did you know it was me?” I brushed twigs out of her hair with my fingers. “I think it was by how you moved. I don’t know. Those guys. It’s stupid. Sex isn’t about control, it’s about sharing. They lost everything because of their desire to own me, mark me, control me.” Chastity laughed. “I don’t think I’m acting like a proper woman in one of your plays. I certainly won’t anguish myself, stab myself in remorse over my sullied honor.” Chastity laughed again. “I never knew there was so much in the world. I think this is going to become one of my favorite places.” “I don’t know how you can say that.” “Because of that spider, that ant and bird.” She waved her hand around, “These trees, the sky overhead, the roughness of bark.” “I still think we need to do something.” I sat back, “The principal or something.” “That turd, he leers at me.” Chastity smiled. “Well, I think that’s the last time for at school here. I’ll be more careful.” She reached out her hand and took mine. “You can be my chaperone.” “I can’t imagine a more thankless job.” “Oh, I’ll thank you every day, every minute of every day.” Chastity stood up. “Think we can make it to the next class?” She bent down and picked up the bit of her blouse that had been her gag, lifted up her skirt and used it to wipe up the mess. “Whew.” She stood up again. “You can’t imagine how my heart jumped when I heard your voice, Sam.” She took my hand and we headed out of the woods. The next day Davy, Chastity and I came out to the spot, enjoyed a picnic. I could see Chastity looking up in the trees for her bird but we didn’t see or hear it.
Chastity
started getting books out from the library about natural history. I was
reading about the French resistance in World War II. It seemed like an
appropriate sideline to English renaissance literature.
[Note: This is a fragment of a story. I hope one day to finish the story so that Chastity is able to confront her rapists. I hope to be able to construct the story so that the confrontation changes the behavior of at least some of the boys/men.]
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