“When did you decide to kill him, Devon? Right after he raped you?” she asked in that typical cold cop voice.

“No.” I answered with a sigh. “If you’d let me continue on with the story then maybe you’ll find out.”

She sneered at me but gestured for me to continue.

“He left me there on the bed; a fucking bloody mess. I was covered in blood and semen so it’s obvious I wasn’t in the jolliest of moods.” I told her. “Julia came upstairs after that and told me to get me ass up and clean that damn mess. I swore at her and told her to get her pervert husband to clean up the mess. Needless to say I got my face bashed into the wall for that little comment.”

“It was during dinner when I guess it finally hit me. He was groping me under the table and everyone was just sitting there, eating and pretending that nothing was going on. No one gave a damn what Dennis did to me and no one was going to stop it. I could pray to god all I wanted but that fucker would just keep raping me.”

“So you decided to kill him then?”