She was walking out of a power yoga class on 13th Street. She powered
on her phone. The last thing she’d texted the guy, before going in, was
When was the last time you were tested?
She figured that was a better, cleaner, more organic way of eliciting a
response than Did you survive your first rock climbing class?!
As the Apple logo came on her black screen, she felt a crack against
the back of her head. The feeling was so shocking, she was not indignant
or angry or even scared. It was a new feeling. Something akin to shock
but more equalizing.
She passed out. She let herself pass out. In many ways she felt this was
as good a time as any. She had not had the child yet or met her husband.
For all she knew it would be another seventy years of power yoga and
dinners across from other women like herself, with interesting lipstick
and the right shoes for the weather.
She woke up in a Dumpster a few streets from the yoga class. She felt
around her face, but nothing had been cut or bludgeoned. Between her
legs she was not sore in a sex way, but she would have sworn she had
been touched there, in some manner. Under her yoga pants, she wasn’t
wearing any underwear. Her phone was gone, and she hadn’t been carrying any money.
Her best friend believed her, that it was Joe. The police did not, or
they didn’t care. She hadn’t been raped. Her phone had been stolen. She
smelled of garbage. They felt sorry for that. Many years later, her husband would subscribe to her belief that it had been Joe, but BRB knew
that, deep down, he didn’t fully believe it.
She had the evidence, of course. For days beforehand and afterward,
Joe had been snooping through her e-mail. He’d been going through all
the Gchats between BRB and her best friend. She realized right away
which one had made him attack her.
BRB: I did it. I told him we needed to not hang as much
DNR: Sweet! Cya pigboy!
BRB: Dude, it was brutal. His lip was trembling.
DNR: Give me a break he has a fucking family. Grow up pigboy
BRB: Yeah but
DNR: He’s a fucking creepy stalker man
BRB: He packed up the whole house for me, you don’t understand,
he literally packed up all my parents’ shit and it’s in perfect boxes