I was 14, he was 19. I thought it was true love, he was my boyfriend and my best friend. I was never EVER comfortable with sexual acts in any way. Things got rough at my house and I ended up leaving and living with him and his brother. He seduced me with a bottle of champagne, one bottle turned into two. His friends began to show up, which I saw no problem in that was a usual night. My eyes began to blur and I knew I was too drunk. I begged for him to take me home, he begged me to stay for longer in an aggressive tone. He whispered how much he loved me and that everything would be alright, he laid me down on his bed and at this point I was in tears, begging. I just wanted to go home, and he just wanted my purity. But he wasn’t the only one. He tied my hands above my head to his bed, and I’m pleading with him to stop. He didn’t stop. He took what I had, all that I had. Every movement he made me fucking begged him to stop, but when he did stop, he was quickly replaced by his brother and his friend after that. I was a virgin. I was 14 years old. To this day I’m not believed, not supported. I haven't told the story in so long because I was told it was my fault. “Why didn’t you fight harder?” “Why would you drink with him?” “Why didn’t you just say stop?” I hope that nobody ever has to feel the way that I feel. Just know that your feelings are valid, you are believed, and your word means so much. Please don’t be scared to speak up, if your word isn’t listened to please find someone who will listen. You are not alone, most important you are so strong.
Anonymous