Devil's Erection

Jessica found peace in the piano’s tune. Up and Down. Demons of her past could no longer hurt her. Not her teacher from long ago- his hands on hers over the keys as he pressed his erection to her back, playing duets as he ran his unused hand up her thigh, or his anger when he took her virginity at twelve. Pain. Fear. Terror. He was her tormenter for eleven long years of abuse to the mind and soul. She never said a word to anyone of her molestation. Secrets. Anxiety. Silence. Not until she heard on the news of a student accusing her music teacher of touching her. She was six years old. Innocent. Precious. Child. Jessica rallied up with the family and other women and girls against him. Fight. Empower. Justice. There were ten females accusing him of sexual misconduct. They all had to recount what he did to them- whispering in the ear, hands from the shoulders to caress the chest, undressing, and what he called “consensual sex. Panic. Worthlessness. Used. Defending himself he said he taught them all well and loved each one; wouldn’t take a day back. The nail was in his coffin. Found guilty of ten counts of rape of underage girls. The young women who so confidently fought the monster of their pasts were accomplished at the piano. They could only concentrate on it while in the devil’s presence; each finding harmony in the cords of the piano’s melody. Strength. Bulletproof. Survivors. Jessica’s a pianist in an orchestra; she plays like every song she plays is his death song, every note striking him until he falls. She likes to think of him rotting in jail, having inmates do to him what he did to the innocent girls. Revenge. Justice. Karma. If he gets out, Jessica will seek her true revenge for herself and the others, a revenge that any of their dads would have done if they’d have told beforehand. Kill. Death.:b: Justice.