We stayed in the bathroom quite a while until Reggie started banging on the door. Before I could do anything, he had pulled Emily back into the bedroom and I was left out there with the other men and the woman. She said to me, you know you enjoyed. I could tell by the looks on the other men’s faces that they were going to be next. As they were all laughing and talking about who was going to go next, I backed up to one of the kitchen drawers and stuck my hand in one of them to see what was in there and found a grill fork for turning steaks. I slowly slid it out and put it behind my back and waited for one of them to step close to me. As soon as one of the smaller guys got close to me, I went up behind him and stuck the fork in his neck and drew blood. I said, let Emily out of the bedroom. He said, what are you gonna do with that thing and laughed. I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “after what he just did me, I will fucking kill you.” I drove the fork deeper into his neck and the woman went and got Reggie and told him to come out. As soon as Emily came out of the bedroom behind him and got close to me, I grabbed her by the arm and told her run. We ran out the door with me still holding the fork. Neither of us had any shoes on, torn clothes, and messed up hair. All I remember is rounding the corner and running with Reggie and one other guy behind us yelling to get back there. I have never run so hard and fast in my life while pulling another person with me. Emily was so intoxicated; I was scared she was going to fall. We made it about 2 buildings when an officer pulled up from across the street. I don’t know why, but we just told him we were lost and asked if he could bring us to a phone. I don’t know why we lied. I just wanted to go home. He brought us to a 24-hour Chinese restaurant where they let us use the phone where we discovered it was 3 a.m. We had been with then since 4 p.m. I think the only reason they let us run from the house is because they thought we would never get away.

To this day I will never understand why he did not question why we were running down the street with no shoes and 2 men chasing us. I called a friend of mine and begged him to come get us while we hid in the bathroom, and I threw the fork in the garbage and waited for him to get there. I just sat on the floor crying. I had no shoes, no underwear or stockings, and my skirt was torn. How could that cop be so stupid? Finally, our friend showed up to bring us home. As we were sitting in his car telling him that “we” had been raped, Reggie and the other guy we met in the mall caught up to us. I started screaming, we need to leave, we need to leave. I don’t remember the drive home, other than remembering that I was just staring out the window crying and Jeff just telling me over and over that I was going to be okay.