My mother remarried. I never liked him.
He installed new security systems, smoke alarms, carbon monoxide alarms, clocks, and thermostats, in every room, including the bathrooms and garage. I felt like he was watching 24/7.
I started making some money, babysitting and cleaning, and sometimes I needed a ride to where the bus didn’t go. He picked me up, but he wanted a share. I needed all I had made, he had another plan.
He parked. I mean found an isolated area, and started kissing me. Then hard kissing with tongues. He felt me up, and had me feel him. I felt like a hooker, except that he would want more from that.
Whenever I needed more cash, he would take me out in the car. My mother had to stop my allowance to go to bills, and he was there to drive me once a week, and I would keep my allowance.
I needed a dress for a school dance. He bought it, and put it in the trunk. I could have it when I was done. He wanted more than before, and he pushed my head to his lap. With days to the dance, and he had my dress, I had no choice. I choked back my lunch while thinking about what happens doing this. He gave me no breaks, and I traded my dignity for my dress. He found more things I needed to reimburse him for.
I got a friend with a car, and I could make my own cash, so he had no home grown whore I thought. It was until I wanted tickets to a concert that he had his chance. It was sold out in minutes, and I was out of luck. He managed to get good seats, 4 tickets 3 row. I didn’t have to ask, I got in his car.
He parked, and told me to get in the back. He ordered me to get undressed. No, I wasn’t going that far!
He was, and he straight out raped me right there!
He said I earned my tickets for this week, and we will be back next so I could get credit for more help.
I went to tell my mother, but chickened out. I didn’t have the courage to report him, nor say no to him.
He spent months forcing me to have sex in his car every week. I just sat like I was a doll, and he didn’t care.
I thought he got me pregnant, and that didn’t stop his recreation. However, I had admitted it to a friend, and while he was in the middle of sex, we were interrupted by a Cop.
I was taken from the house, and put in foster care. In a way, so was he.
— Survivor, age 17
Dear survivor – you are so brave and strong to share your story here. Thank you so much for posting it. First and foremost, what this man did to you is NOT your fault. You didn’t “trade” your dignity for a dress, you aren’t a whore, and not reporting him DOES NOT make you a coward. Reporting it or telling someone sounds so easy from the outside but it’s so difficult to tell anyone when you’re in that situation. You did the best you could with what you knew at the time and you got through it.
I would encourage you to see if you can find a therapist to talk to. You have been through a lot and you are so young and you deserve to have someone to support you and help you with everything you’re feeling. As I said before, you are so strong… but the strength to keep all of this inside of you is strength that you don’t necessarily need. I would also encourage you – if you feel comfortable – to talk to the friend you spoke to a little more. You don’t have to give any details or say anything you don’t want to, but having someone to talk to when you’re sad or overwhelmed can be incredibly helpful as you navigate your feelings. Sending you so much love!!! Alexis
I am Sorry about what happen. That so sad and I was also rape and I haven’t said anything. I feel like it to late now to say anything because it was 3 years old.