When I was 19, I was raped. I had just gotten off work and one of my friends texted me asking me if I wanted to go over to her house. I agreed since it was a Friday and was off the next day.
I got to her house and knocked at her door. Her brother opened the door. It was obvious he was drunk. He invited me inside but I declined because of the state he was in and it was clear that my friend wasn’t home. I was leaving when he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me inside. I kept screaming at him to let me go but he wouldn’t listen. He dragged me to his room and pushed me onto his bed then got on top of me. I screamed ‘No’ and ‘Stop’ countless times and pushed him as hard as I could trying really hard to get him off of me but he wouldn’t. He then went on to cover my mouth with his left hand. I was wearing a skirt so he found it easy to remove my underwear with his free hand. He then proceeded to rape me repeatedly. I kept pushing him and hitting him but he just kept going and going and going. When he was finished he whispered in my ear, ‘I finally had you.’
3 years later and I still see his face every time I close my eyes. I still feel his drunken breath on me. I just don’t think it’s fair that he gets to live his life like nothing happened while mine will never be the same.