The night after prom I was sleeping over my boyfriend's (at the time) house. I fell asleep on the couch in the basement. The last thing I remember he was playing video games. I was awoken to him carrying me up the stairs and throwing me onto his bed. No matter how much I said no and asked to stop, he just kept going. I froze, my body stopped fighting and I froze. I tried to scream but nothing came out. I felt limp. When I tried to approach him about it, he told me that "If I really loved him, this should be okay." My 16-year old self believed him. I thought it was love. Our relationship continued for 6 more months- 6 months of torture, of abuse- physical, verbal, sexual. I was hit on more times that I can remember, he pulled my hair, he would grab my arm and I always had to be submissive. I wasn't me anymore. I was able to find my out when he cheated on me with one of my friends. I got away, but what hurt most was how I was treated after. No one believed me, not even my own mom. I have been fighting this awful torture, fighting the reminders each and every day. But still, today I call myself a survivor.


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