Her Story
When you're a teenager you think that nothing bad could ever happen. That you're unstoppable, until one day you aren't. You start to venture into the adult world. You drink, smoke, party. You live life and have fun. You don't take precautions because nothing will happen. A friend of mine had this mind set. She was happy and having fun and enjoying life, until she couldn't anymore. Someone took that from her. How could someone have power over somebody else and use it for evil. This is her story.
Everything is normal. Its Friday night, the weekend is just starting. She is looking for parties and people to hangout with when she gets a text from a guy, one of her friends. He invites her over to hot tub and party. She gladly accepts and goes over to his house. It's her and four other guys. She has known all of them for a while and completely trusted them. They all smoke weed, drink, listen to musics, do teen things. Once it roles around to close to two AM they all start to go to bed. She is high, drunk, and now takes her medication. Those three are not a good mix, but she didn't know that. She soon started to hallucinate. She thought that one of the guys was her boyfriend so she was flirting and messing with him. He went along with it.
He went to bed in a different room with her and kept egging her on to do stuff. Even though she thought it was her boyfriend she wasn't in the mood to do anything that night so she said no. He kept pushing and she kept saying no. He would pull her hand to his genitals. She would pull away, but he would grab her harder. She tried to get out of the room, but he wouldn't let go of her. He would say all of these vulgar things to her and ask/tell her to do stuff to him. After a while, when she wouldn't do anything he took charge. He got up and forced himself on her. Some people wouldn't call it rape because he never "penetrated" her, but she considers it rape. Even if it was just her mouth.
It felt like she was stuck with him for hours with no escape. When he finished and finally let her go she ran to the bathroom. There was another guy on the couch, but he didn't realize what was happening. When she got to the bathroom she washed off her face which was covered with him. She hid in the corner and called anyone who would come get her.
Her boyfriend raced over to pick her up and brought her to another persons house. She couldn't even look at her boyfriend, who she loved more than anything. He couldn't touch her. She was humiliated and disgusted. She just didn't want to be around boys. She went into her friends house and collapsed the moment the door shut. She fell to the floor and cried until she was screaming. Her friend held her on the floor and she shook uncontrollably. They hobbled up the stairs and got her into the shower. She had to get him off of her, little did she know she never would. He will always be on her and she will always hear his voice, no matter what she does.
The next day she goes home and rips the clothes off her body. The clothes made her feel like she was still trapped by his grip on her. She put on the biggest articles of clothing she could find and hid the clothes in her closet. Somewhere she will never be able to see them again.
She thought that maybe it would be over now. That she would never have to think about it again, but she is stuck thinking about it everyday. Every time she sees him in the halls or around town she will have the urge to throw up and she will be frozen to the core. The feeling of him will be on her like it's happening all over again. She will be able to hear his voice as if he's right next to her. The nightmare will never end. She will never be free of him.
Everything is normal. Its Friday night, the weekend is just starting. She is looking for parties and people to hangout with when she gets a text from a guy, one of her friends. He invites her over to hot tub and party. She gladly accepts and goes over to his house. It's her and four other guys. She has known all of them for a while and completely trusted them. They all smoke weed, drink, listen to musics, do teen things. Once it roles around to close to two AM they all start to go to bed. She is high, drunk, and now takes her medication. Those three are not a good mix, but she didn't know that. She soon started to hallucinate. She thought that one of the guys was her boyfriend so she was flirting and messing with him. He went along with it.
He went to bed in a different room with her and kept egging her on to do stuff. Even though she thought it was her boyfriend she wasn't in the mood to do anything that night so she said no. He kept pushing and she kept saying no. He would pull her hand to his genitals. She would pull away, but he would grab her harder. She tried to get out of the room, but he wouldn't let go of her. He would say all of these vulgar things to her and ask/tell her to do stuff to him. After a while, when she wouldn't do anything he took charge. He got up and forced himself on her. Some people wouldn't call it rape because he never "penetrated" her, but she considers it rape. Even if it was just her mouth.
It felt like she was stuck with him for hours with no escape. When he finished and finally let her go she ran to the bathroom. There was another guy on the couch, but he didn't realize what was happening. When she got to the bathroom she washed off her face which was covered with him. She hid in the corner and called anyone who would come get her.
Her boyfriend raced over to pick her up and brought her to another persons house. She couldn't even look at her boyfriend, who she loved more than anything. He couldn't touch her. She was humiliated and disgusted. She just didn't want to be around boys. She went into her friends house and collapsed the moment the door shut. She fell to the floor and cried until she was screaming. Her friend held her on the floor and she shook uncontrollably. They hobbled up the stairs and got her into the shower. She had to get him off of her, little did she know she never would. He will always be on her and she will always hear his voice, no matter what she does.
The next day she goes home and rips the clothes off her body. The clothes made her feel like she was still trapped by his grip on her. She put on the biggest articles of clothing she could find and hid the clothes in her closet. Somewhere she will never be able to see them again.
She thought that maybe it would be over now. That she would never have to think about it again, but she is stuck thinking about it everyday. Every time she sees him in the halls or around town she will have the urge to throw up and she will be frozen to the core. The feeling of him will be on her like it's happening all over again. She will be able to hear his voice as if he's right next to her. The nightmare will never end. She will never be free of him.
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