“No. I decided to runaway then. I had packed some clothes, food, and money and was ready to go by nighttime.” I said, averting my gaze to the glass where some other cops were probably watching me. “I ran into Dennis when I was sneaking out the backdoor. He grabbed me and asked me where the hell I was going. I said “to get the fuck away from you” and when he grabbed me, I snapped. I couldn’t get raped again. Not /again/. So when he went to pull down my pants I kneed him in the groin. He grabbed for me again and I fished out a pocket knife I had stashed in my bag and then stabbed him.”

“Did you know right away that you stabbed him in the neck?”

“No. I wasn’t looking when I stabbed him.” I said in a bitter tone. “I just wanted to get him off me and stop him from raping me again.”