I was raped by someone who I met while out at a club. He was dumb enough to show me his driver’s license, though. How dumb is that?
Anyway, I was with a group of friends and somehow we decided as a group to go to this guy’s house and rest for a while before heading home (we had about an hour and half’s drive ahead of us and I was exhausted). My friends left me in this guy’s bedroom with him and the guy that drove us all to the club (one of my friends knew the guy, let’s call him Ben, that drove us to the club, but I didn’t know him prior to him driving us–he is now a great friend and my roommate).
When Ben would leave the room, the other guy, let’s call him Robert, started touching me and eventually r*ped me. I was so tired that after he initially started touching me that when Ben came back and Robert stopped, I fell asleep, thinking the worst was over. But I was wrong.
I woke up a couple hours later and Ben was on one side of me and Robert was on the other. Ben got up to go out for a smoke and that’s when Robert raped me. He stopped when Ben came back and I tried to surreptitiously fix my clothes and excused myself to go to the bathroom. I walked straight to the living room, feeling half dead, where my friends were.
One of them was having sex with a guy she met at the club while the other watched. I don’t understand still why my one friend was watching, but I went to her. I couldn’t even talk. They tried to put me back to bed so they could continue with what they were doing and I lost it.
Somehow, I was able to communicate to them that I wanted, needed to go home. That was when Ben came out of the bedroom and said we were leaving. It turns out that when I had tried to fix my clothes without alerting him that something was amiss he noticed and knew we had to get out of there. My two friends, however, didn’t suspect a thing and even mentioned once we were in the car that at least I hadn’t been assaulted. That’s when I texted one of them and told her they were wrong, that I had been raped.
Her initial response, which blew me away, was “Are you sure?” Like, no, haha, just kidding. That was the longest car ride of my life. Somehow, I kept it all together until I got home.
— Survivor, age 28