As I read these stories I see a lot of people are for the most part moved on. Not healed but focus on other things. I just can’t. I can’t tell my mom, I can’t tell my dad. Only a few people know. It was this past September. I’m 16, just a Junior in high school. I’ve been known to “party” I live in a small town in Texas… Picture Friday Night Lights but our football team sucks. I can hold my liquor for the most part though. Don’t ask my why I got myself into these situations. I just did. It was a Friday, after a game. It wasn’t a party. There were about six of us out at a cabin. I was completely wasted, my ex boyfriend of two days had just slept with my “best friend” after the game and I couldn’t take it anymore. It’s foggy but I remember going to lay down on a cot. I was away from everyone else when HE came up. HE got on top of me. I kind of laughed and asked what he was doing he started kissing me. I said hey dude stop! But he didn’t. He unzipped his pants and pulled down mine. I started to scream but he put his hands over my mouth. I was too weak to push him off. After about 6 minutes another guy came and ripped him off of me. They drove him away and promised it wouldn’t happen again. A few people heard a little bit and no kids really trust him but he was never punished. I never told and he was never punished. I know it’s not my fault but it’s just hard. Maybe I need more time. He’s about to graduate so I won’t see him anymore. Thanks for listening and creating and outlet for girls like me.
— Taylor, age 16