Growing up, I had a wonderful mother who was always around, and I had a father, who was never around but still visited twice a month. This father I had, he loved my little sister, he loved our whole family… except me. I don’t know what I did but, he just hated me. He was abusive, mean, and I showed up to school with bruises. I got made fun of for having too much foundation, but in reality, it was to hide the cuts and bruises on my face. As if that wasn’t enough, I was raped at school when I was 14. I was in Spanish and I had to use the bathroom, to do that I have to walk past the boys bathroom. 3 guys in my grade grabbed me from behind, I only got one scream out before the covered my mouth and dragged me into the bathroom. They covered my mouth and tied my hands together, and proceeded to rape me. They didn’t even bother to close the stall door so several guys walked by but didn’t even say anything. One guy even said, “you go man!” 30 minutes later, the bell rang, and no one found me for 20 minutes since the bathroom is in a small part of the school. I couldn’t move since I had a broken arm, broken nose, a more cuts and bruises, and my clothes were completely torn off and I was covered in blood. My friend cooper found me, and helped me grab clothes from the lost in found and I went on with my day, trying to hold in my tears.