Hello to anyone who is reading this. I have never shared this story with anyone before. It may have been brought up, but it was never detailed. I was 16 years old. The first time was on September 25, 2014. I had been good friends with a guy, we had hung out many times before, and we had the average best friend relationship. We joked, we played games, and life was good with some new friends. I was always a socially shy person. He had come over, we sat in his car deciding what we were going to do that day, which was not uncommon. He mentions that he wanted to take a walk in the woods by my house, as weird as that probably sounds, I trusted him. And went with it. The next thing I know, I’m being pushed down on a cold dirt ground. He kept whispering to me, “welcome to your first time.” While laughing. I remember that same day, he had gave my brother money to leave us alone. I wish he stayed. I wish he was old enough to understand. Although this had happened, I believe everyone should have a second chance. I know what you’re thinking, I’m stupid. And I agree with you. Because on October 17, 2014, it happened again. I had trusted him. I shouldn’t have. I went out with him for a ride, to “talk things over.” And it happened. In the car. In view of people that I would have hoped would have looked and noticed. But they didn’t. I shouldn’t have trusted him, again. I hope everyone that ends up reading this understands that it’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.

S. Swindell