I grew up in an adjacent town to the big city. It still had a lot of the small town feel, and we were from there going back several generations. A friend of my mother’s, her daughter got a job working the front desk of a roadside motel, mostly a trucker’s stop. We grew up around truckers and they are the fathers and brothers of friends and neighbors. But one day she didn’t come back. They found her, strangled and raped, in a shallow grave about fifty miles from town.
What I’m saying is that I have PTSD from that. It overwhelms my feelings, I don’t go out. I’m scared of being alone and I’m obsessed with news about girls that disappear. I found a website where they have pictures of girls who are murdered. It’s disgusting but I can’t stop looking at the pictures.
I’m sorry if this offends you. It should really. She wasn’t taken by a trucker but they get all the bad press. Her assailant was a passing through nobody. One day they are going to find out that she isn’t his first, and if they hadn’t caught him, she would not have been his last.
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