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Part
64
Dr. Lambert sat in a chair by the window of his hospital room, plotting and planning his revenge on Dr. Kent Donalson, Jr. It had been a couple of weeks since the shooting, and he was slowly on the mend. Although his talk with Dr. Brackett had helped him somewhat, he couldn't help, but think back to his days as an undergrad, a member of Alpha Chi Omega sorority; inducted into Phi Beta Kappa as a freshman; Alpha Lambda Delta, the pre-med honorary, as a sophomore; Omicron Delta Kappa, an honorary for exemplary sorority and fraternity members, as a sophomore; played alto saxophone in the Trojan Marching Band. The list went on and on. Then, came the accolades from medical school. All of which meant nothing because Andrea Jenkins had earned them, not Andrew Lambert.
I want him to see what he did to me. I want him to know that I've been through pure, unadulterated hell. There must be a way to get even. There must be a way... I want him to pay. I have no memories of college. I have no family. I have no social life. No woman in their right mind would want to date the likes of me. He has Daddy, any woman he wants, and a trust fund. I have squat. There must be a way to get even. There must be a way...He thinks he's God's gift to women. Yeah, right. His shortcomings are in his pants. I want to be there when a woman actually says no to his advances, and gives him a knee right where it counts the most. There must be a way to get even. There must be a way...I want to regain my dignity, pride, and self-respect, everything that he took away from me. I want the hospital and the world to know that he is a rapist. I want every woman in LA County to know that he is a rapist. THE S.O.B. RAPED ME! There must be a way to get even. There must be a way.
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