A Constant Reminder

by Lolah Lace

I would implore you to grant parole to Adam Hardwick when he appears before you at his parole hearing scheduled on the 22nd of April.

Daniel Hardwick was tall and thin with just an adequate amount of muscle. He was a young white guy with blonde hair and wireframe glasses. Seated

All of a sudden, Roxanne was pushed from behind with a heavy, unstoppable force. She fell into the car’s driver’s seat.

Adam wanted to see her right away, but Roxanne wanted to move at a slower pace.

He found a purse, a brown and beige purse. His hand reached inside the purse. The hazy memories of that night came crashing back. He pulled out what looked like an identification card. He focused on the college campus I.D. card and the picture of the girl on the card.

“What about protection?” “You know better than that. You know my flow is heavy and I’m always on the pill.” “What about STDs chick? Did you buy condoms?” “No, I didn’t. Adam said he's been tested.” “And you believe him?” “Adam doesn’t lie.”

Sigh

Adam started pounding her hard. He grabbed her right leg and pushed it to her shoulder. Now she could really feel him tearing up her insides. She was close to orgasm. She could feel it building inside her.

“She obviously didn’t graduate. You have, like, only one inch of hair.” Roxanne thought Erika’s face was too fat for that style.

“Yeah, I remember I talked to her. She was some Black chick at the college. I remember the odd coincidence that you robbed the girl that banged into me in the hall. We laughed about it. I remember that, but what does it matter?”

“Roxanne wait.” He could see the fear and loathing in her desolate orbs. “What do you have in your hands?”

This scared him. He didn’t want to lose it all. Losing Roxanne was unbearable. A flash of the pain pricked at his chest and burrowed into his heart. The tears ran down his cheeks and fell on Roxanne’s face.

“We’ll work through this. I’ve changed. You see it. You feel it. We’re going to get married and⁠—” “Married to a rapist! Never!” Roxanne looked down at

Adam and Roxanne’s tussle spilled out into the hallway. Their bodies came crashing into the corridor. They knocked Adam’s mother down and they toppled on top of her.

Ooo wee!

“Adam, she wants to leave. Let her go.” “No.” Adam pulled Roxanne into an unwanted embrace. He snuggled into her body while she fought to pull away.

Roxanne rolled her eyes. This was not in the least bit funny. She turned to leave him, and Adam rushed her from behind and slammed her body into the wall. He pinned her to the wall and pressed his body against hers. Her face was smashed into the wall’s paint.

Doing this to a girl he raped

“Roxy, I want to come home.” “AHHHH!” Roxanne groaned as he hit the edge of her core. “I need you.” “Yes!!!” Roxanne cried as she pushed back on the pole that afforded her so much pleasure on this occasion and a multitude of others.

Adam moaned into her hair as he pumped the last remains of his hot seed deep into his cozy home.

When they woke up the next morning, Adam was still buried inside her. They didn’t talk when they woke.

Oh please! Haha

I could prove you were the man that raped me— if I had real evidence, I would send you back to jail.” “But you love me now. You said you did. I know you still do.”

“She’s my daughter. I knew that the moment I saw her. She’s my blood. I can’t just pretend she’s not and now you can’t either.” Adam rushed over to Roxanne.

She reached into the pocket of her loose-fitting sweats and pulled out a tiny gun. She pointed it at Adam's head. He looked up at it and slowly rose to his feet.

I will never try to get custody or visitation or anything like that. I know what I did to you. I know there’s no proof, but I’m not a monster. I’m only going to come when you call me.”

“Bad people need love, too. Bad people sometimes are good people. Everybody deserves a second chance.

Sshiiid

“Yes, I miss you.” “I miss you too.” “I still love you, even though my momma doesn’t anymore. I wish she did.” “I wish she did too. I still love you and your mom.” Adam brushed her hair back. She looked like him. Morgan was definitely a Hardwick.

He vowed that at eighteen, he would tell her the truth. But how? How would he tell her that he raped her mother? How would he tell her he placed himself in their lives with a web of deceit?

“Roxy, you can hate me and love me. It’s okay to feel that way.” Adam looked deep into her eyes.