Rape Girl Quotes

“They say that rape is the only crime in which the victim has to prove her innocence. And I want you to know, I believe in your innocence. You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
― Alina Klein, Rape Girl

“I gulped and took deep breaths to keep myself from puking all over my baby sister. I could smell last night’s vomit in my hair. I looked around-ugh, this was going to be a nightmare to clean up.”
― Alina Klein, Rape Girl

“I shaded my eyes with my hand and slowly sat up. My mouth felt like it had been wiped with sandpaper.”
― Alina Klein, Rape Girl

“Valerie!”

The voice was like a hammer to my eardrums.

“Valerie, wake up! Why are you sleeping on the floor, Valerie? I’m hungry!”

The light hurt. It pierced my eyelids and flooded my skull with white-hot pain.”
― Alina Klein, Rape Girl

“Dr. Buckner stood between my legs while Francine shuffled her feet in the corner. Mom held my hand and smiled encouragingly, though her eyes looked strained and red. I kept drawing my knees together and Dr. Buckner kept prying them gently apart. All the while, he picked up foot-long swabs and slick metal devices of torture, inserting them and removing them without pause.

I felt a tear drip down my temple toward my hair. Mom quietly brushed it away.”
― Alina Klein, Rape Girl

“Francine came in and drew blood from a vein in my arm. I hardly felt it when the needle went in. I watched a bright red stream spurt into a small glass vial, watched as the vial was exchanged rapidly for a second one. I was mesmerized.”
― Alina Klein, Rape Girl

“Beside me, Kenadie threw her arms up in the air with a whoop and started dancing. Her dark curls bounced wildly. The girl couldn’t dance, but that seemed fitting.”
― Alina Klein, Rape Girl

“The two officers followed Mom out of the kitchen, passing untouched rolls, stuffing, and a turkey resting in its own congealed juices on a platter. I stared at our spoiled Thanksgiving dinner.”
― Alina Klein, Rape Girl

“The police officers were carrying wrinkled clothing in their gloved hands when they returned. They spread the items out on the table for me to identify. For a moment I saw his hands on my panties, flinging them to the floor.”
― Alina Klein, Rape Girl

“I rinsed my mouth at the sink, then got in the shower. I sat on the floor with my head between my knees and let the hot water pound my neck. Drinking sucked. Parties sucked. Shit. I clutched my head harder. I remember heaving, purple vomit hitting Adam’s shoes and splashing my chin. I groaned at the memory.”
― Alina Klein, Rape Girl

“What’s wrong, Valerie? Are you sick?”

“Yes, Ainsley. I’m sick.” I shuffled forward. “C’mon. I’ll get your SpaghettiO’s.”

I had to close my eyes and turn away when I scooped the gelatinous pasta into a cereal bowl. I plugged my nose as I walked it over to the microwave. I poured a glass of milk, mostly by feel, and plunked it down in front of Ainsley at the bar. Then I pulled the bowl out of the microwave before it dinged and plopped that down too.”
― Alina Klein, Rape Girl

“The door closed with a soft click behind us, and then Adam’s hand was on my back again, guiding me towards the sofa. He sat down and tried to pull me down with him, but the momentum carried me forward onto my hands and knees on the carpet. I heard him chuckle. My eyes felt glazed and my elbows shook. A strand of drool stretched from my lips to the floor and broke. My stomach lurched and tightened beneath my ribcage and a moment later, I was puking onto a pair of black Nikes.”
― Alina Klein, Rape Girl

“I leaned over and forced the cup into Mimi’s hands. My grip felt loose and awkward as I fumbled with her fingers. Adam’s eyes were on me and I remember that I was wearing jeans that were supposed to make my butt look smaller. I hope they were working.”
― Alina Klein, Rape Girl

“I hurried along the hallway, blinking rapidly to compose myself so that I could help Ainsley go to the bathroom or get a glass of water or whatever else she’d been looking for. Damn useless Benadryl.”
― Alina Klein, Rape Girl

“Dr. Buckner lived in the Avenues, right down the street from us. His daughter, Andrea was my math tutor in eighth grade. I didn’t want him to touch me.

Suddenly I realized that he might be saying something like, “So you would’t mind if I go ahead and tell Andrea everything that’s going on here tonight?”

No! I snapped to attention.

But he wasn’t talking about Andrea. He was telling me about a Thanksgiving blizzard ten years before I was born.”
― Alina Klein, Rape Girl

“I found myself half wishing Sam had come home from Utah State for the weekend to spoil our plans. It could be like old times, eating junk food and watching Vin Diesel movies on Mom’s bed. Instead, I was wearing boots that pinched my toes, new jeans and a water bra.”
― Alina Klein, Rape Girl

“Do Mormons drink hot cider?” I asked Mimi, dabbing my underarms with a T-shirt plucked from my laundry basket. I was sweating despite being cold. “They don’t drink hot drinks, right, but does hot cider count? I could put the stuff from the farmer’s market in the crockpot. Would that be lame?”
― Alina Klein, Rape Girl