Something to forget

This entry I suppose is to open myself up more. Just another hard thing to talk about for me. There will be many things I'll leave out. I also hope that you will understand. Here goes....
1997 was such a great year for me and my family. Finally, things were really starting to happen with my in home business and my modeling! I was getting calls from New York, California, New Orleans, Arkansas and Chicago. Wow! I was actually making it! The California call wanted me for a lot of different things, one being a print add model. But, at that time, they were looking for someone with lighter color hair. I was put on a "hold." The call from New York wanted me for print work as well, but at the time, he told me I had too much of a "friends" look. Like Courtney Cox. Since that was such a big hit then, he needed another look as well, and he put me on a "hold." The one in New Orleans needed a hand and legs model. I got that job! The one in Arkansas wanted me to be in a video and print work! I got that one as well! As a freelance model, I had two contracts drawn up, that I would have signed. A models contract, and the photographer's contract. I was covered that way, no one could own my negatives but me, and the model contract...was very precise, how many hours and the amount I would be paid, etc... I wouldn't do a job unless they were signed and agreed upon. My husband and I had talked to both of them men that wanted me to model for them. We all talked for 3 months. I had to make a choice between the two of them, because of theirs and my time schedul. I picked the one in Arkansas, becasue I thought to be in a video would look good in my resume. Which would give me another leg up in the business. The more you did, the more work you got. Big mistake! I was to go down there for 2 days, on a weekend, and my brother in law was going to go with me as my body guard. The day came for me to leave. I get a call from him letting me know that he would be late because his limo was in Cincinati broke down and his agent and assistant were going to stay with the limo. Ok. He said that the place the limo was, letting him borrow one of their cars. Ok. It sounded legit. A white car pulled up in front of my house and a man wearing a cowboy hat got out. It was the man that I and my husband had spoken to many times. I'll never forget the voice! I got in as he was telling me all about the limo and we need to go get it and drop the car off. Ok. (I always took a plane everywhere else for a shoot) We got to Cincinatti and he was driving around looking for "this place." He said he lost the directions and address. hhhmmm! Red light came on! We stopped to get a soda from a machine. He got it for me. Why, I have no idea, didn't I just get out of the car and run? I can't answer that! The next thing I remember is that he had to go to Nashville for some reason. (no limo, or agent or an assitant by the way, and still in the white car) He scared me so very bad by then. I do remember when we finally got to Nashville, I called my husband. It was 10:00 p.m.! What happened between all those hours, I don't know. He told me what to tell my husband. I did. He wore a 6 inch blade knife and did use it on me. I was scared! I can't remember why my brother in law couldn't come with me....but if he were there at my home, I know I would not have gotten into that white car! The next thing I remember is being in a jazz bar! I remember that he had ordered me a drink. I had went to the bathroom. Big mistake! I remember taking 2 drinks from that glass! All of the sudden, I couldn't move! I could only move my eyes! He picked me up over his shoulders and put me in that car! I vomited white foamy stuff! The next thing I remember was a gas station and I had a pair of my shorts on and a t-shirt! Not what I had on before! I was very dizzy, could move still and passed back out! It was 6:00 a.m.! We were still in Tennesse! Needless to say, I was taken to this shak in Arkansas and raped repeatedly. His guns and the knife scared me into doing what ever was said! I remember that I was out of it most of the time and was put in a small room. Leaving a chunk out, concerning my children. My last night there, he took me and put me in the car, along with duct tape, a yellow nylon rop, 2 sticks with a rope tied to them, a blue tarp, and a blanket! He told me that he was going to kill me! From what I left out, I was not the first, and from what I saw, I believed him! A police officer had pulled him over. He had a tail light out. The officer told him to turn back around and head home! Do what? The officer came to the door on my side and opened it, bent down, and had this smile on his face! It also seemed as if he was glowing! I thought it was because of being drugged. Then I realized he was an angel! Because he did turn around and went back to that shak! The phone rang, andit was my husband! I told him, in between the lines way, the city I was in and to help me! To this very day, I truly believe the officer was an angel! He saved my life and my childrens! My husband got there, and we were held at gun point until he let us leave! I told the police what had happened. Nothing could be done they said! It was my word against his!? Yes...I was drugged with GHB, and something else, I can't remember. The reason I wrote about this is because my husband and I were talking about something similar. It flooded my mind again. I thought I was there for a weekend, but I was there for about a month! I was drugged so much and so out of it, I had no sense of time! It took a long time to get it out of my system. If it weren't for God looking over me and that angel, I wouldn't be sitting here right now! I thank God everyday for giving me another day to live! This was a major life lesson that I learned from and has made me stronger and wiser! God bless all of you! :o)