Only For You

By: Genna Rulon

Prologue



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Hensley Students Live in Fear



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By: Matthew Smith





Hensley University students have been afraid for their safety after a string of brutal attacks on campus began this past October. “Seven violent offenses have already been reported over the past six months,” Suffolk Police Det. Lt. Ray Cartone confirmed.

Although the Suffolk County Police Department (SCPD) refused to release details pertaining to the attacks, presumably to discourage copycat behaviors, there are indicators that the same assailant perpetrated all of the assaults to date. “We are currently investigating the crimes that have occurred at Hensley, and we hope to apprehend the culprit expeditiously to prevent future attacks,” Det. Lt. Cartone said during a news conference on Monday.

The female student body is concerned, demanding Hensley take more aggressive preventative action. Sophomore Marilyn Stokes said, “It’s my job to come to college and learn. It’s the University’s job to provide a safe environment for me to do so. They are failing.” Another student, junior Kelly Selonitakis stated, “I have fun, but I’m careful. I make smart choices. That’s not enough anymore. I am scared. I don’t want to be next.”

Hensley is taking its turn in the hot seat, at a time when universities across the country are being scrutinized for their lack of response to rape and sexual assault claims from students. Schools are often accused of suppressing the volume and severity of registered complaints.

The Night Is Ours, a local women's advocacy group, is pressuring SCPD to dedicate additional resources to the investigation stating, “They can’t sit back complacently in the hopes the epidemic will subside.” They have also called upon Hensley to be proactive in preventing violence against women, including increasing security throughout campus and providing free self-defense classes for students.

We will continue to follow the events at Hensley University and report developments as they occur.

Hensley University had no comment at the time of printing.





Chapter One



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"The world is not full of assholes. But, they are strategically placed so that you'll come across one every day.” –Unknown





“Uggghhhhh!” I groaned and dragged myself from the warm cocoon of my bed, giving the alarm my most scathing stare. The red numbers illuminating the face mocked me as I finally registered the time.

“Sam! It’s 6:30 in the morning! Have you lost your damn mind?” I shouted to my scheming roommate, who was undoubtedly responsible for my rude awakening.

My bedroom door slowly creaked open, allowing my favorite coffee mug to materialize through the crack. Sam hesitantly followed, waiving her hand above the mug, wafting a heavenly aroma of freshly brewed caffeine in my direction. I sniffed dramatically, a bloodhound scenting the kill, as I made my way toward her.

“No, no, no. You need to forgive me before I hand it over.” She raised her hand in an effort to ward off my attempt to steal the coffee.

I stared at my best friend as I debated my options. She undoubtedly deserved punishment for her cruelty, but she possessed the steaming mug I craved. It was a difficult decision.

“Alright. You’re begrudgingly forgiven. Now gimme!” I swiped the coffee from her unprepared hands and hastily swallowed a sip, reveling in the rich flavor.

I eyed Sam resentfully. “Care to explain why you snuck into my room last night, moved my alarm, and set the bloody thing to scream me awake at 6:30? The sun isn’t even up yet! Why am I?”

Sam ignored my resentment, unaffected. Having known me fifteen years, she was well aware of the consequences of waking me. She waited until I had ingested the majority of my mood stabilizer before offering an explanation.

“You remember the self-defense seminar that Hensley University is sponsoring?” she paused, retreating a step before announcing, “I registered us for this morning’s session at 7:30 am.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but Sam continued hurriedly.

“It’s only ninety minutes once a week.”

I shook my head. “Are you serious?”

“The seminar’s only six sessions, and we even get credit from the University for participating. A credit we don’t have to pay for; it’s free money. You know how much you love free stuff.”

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