Twisted Hunger (50 page)

She paused, closed her eyes and took another steadying breath. When she reopened her eyes, they glistened with unshed tears but the expression in them was pure hate as she glared directly at Senator Ziegler. “He said, ‘Just lie still, honey. It will be over in a minute.’ I had no way of knowing how long they had been at me before I awoke but
it
actually went on for at least another hour that I was aware of. They finally gave up when three of them tried to take me at once, and I vomited on the one trying to use my mouth. Then they let me get up and dress and Tim drove me back to my dorm.”

No one uttered a sound for several seconds then one of the junior senators said, “Miss Wallace, what you describe was such a hideous offense against you, I can’t help but wonder why it took you twenty years to report it.”

The camera switched back to her just in time to catch her rolling her eyes in disbelief at his naïveté. “Surely, sir, you must realize that it is extremely difficult for a young woman to cry rape when she’d been drinking and willingly went to the boy’s bedroom.

“In spite of that, however, I did attempt to report it to the local police the next day, after I recovered a little. But they insisted it was strictly a college matter and would have to be handled by the authorities there. Campus security took a report but I got the impression it went directly into the trash when I left the office. I overheard one of them snicker and say,
boys will be boys
. I did try to obtain a copy of that report before this hearing and was told they didn’t keep the records that long.

“Instead of any of my attackers being punished, I was required to attend weekly sessions with the school counselor—another man by the way. After the first humiliating session, I didn’t return, and no one cared, as long as I didn’t do or say anything that could ultimately hurt the school’s reputation or their precious football team. You see, they were having a winning season and, although Tim Ziegler was only second string, one of my rapists was Dominion’s star quarterback and another went on to the pros.” Offering up a piece of paper, she added, “I have the entire list of men’s names—”

“Objection!” Ziegler’s attorneys both shouted at once as Cheryl’s attorney quickly covered her microphone with her hand and urgently whispered something to her client.

Holly let the recorded program continue but her mind had slipped off track the moment Cheryl stated that one of the rapists was the star quarterback. She knew, without seeing the list, what that man’s name was, a name she thought she had purged from her memory. As Tim Ziegler had been Cheryl Wallace’s guide into hell, Jerry Frampton had been Holly’s. What he and Tim had done to her was a far cry from the brutal obscenity perpetrated on Cheryl a year later, but it had been no less devastating to her.

In one night, Holly had been transformed from an innocent young girl with romantic dreams to a bitter woman who would never again feel comfortable with a man.

Holly had to give Cheryl a lot of credit for being brave enough to report the crime back then—something Holly hadn’t had the guts to do. Coming forward at this time, though, exposing herself on national television to denigrate a man who was admired by both his colleagues and the media—
that
went right past courage to self-destructive masochism.

Although she’d never met Cheryl, the newspapers had supplied some background on her. She was an award-winning poetess who had inherited the large sum of money that allowed her to concentrate on her writing. The money also granted her the freedom to be as reclusive as she wished to be.

But money wasn’t going to spare her from the ordeal she had set herself up for. It was clear from this first day of the hearing that the committee had already judged Cheryl Wallace and was planning to drag her through the mud for attempting to sully the good senator’s name.

There was no way in hell Holly would put herself in that position.

Yet, she couldn’t simply dismiss what she’d heard either. Twenty-one years ago, when Cheryl would have been a senior in high school, Holly had left Dominion and never returned. She had never known for certain that other young women had suffered as she had, but she had received a letter once that hinted at it.

Some perverse quirk had made her keep that letter, though she never had any intention of doing anything about it. With Cheryl’s tale still replaying in her head, Holly found herself in her condo’s spare bedroom that she used as an office. The letter had been sent to her, in care of her parents, about twelve years ago. It was from a psychiatrist named April MacLeash and contained only one sentence:

If the names below stir any memories, it may be to your advantage to contact me.
There were fifteen men’s names below that sentence, some of which she may have recognized years ago. Now, however, only two jumped out at her—Jerry Frampton and Timothy Ziegler.

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