Let me kick it off by saying that it was by my almost stepbrother and that he took my virginity but at that time it was consensual. Now that that’s out of the way, we can begin.
So Rey and I had had sex a couple of times and I wanted to stop. We I told him that he said ok like it was no big deal. However, that night he came into my room while I was sleeping and I caught him trying to put his penis in my mouth without waking me. Obviously, that didn’t work. When I told him to stop, he smacked me in the face. I fought a little while longer but he just kept hitting me in the face so I finally gave in and let him do what he wanted. This went on for about a year. I didn’t try to tell anyone because I was scared but I got fed up. I slept lightly one night and scared him out of my room for hours but I eventually fell into a deep sleep. I woke up with him on top of me, knees pinning my shoulders and arms down. With no other way to defend myself, I bit down hard. He screamed out quietly so as not to wake anyone and repeatedly hit me in the face to get me off. I let go and had to practically wrestle him out of my room. Then I went to wake up my mom, finally coming forward. I got a few sentences out and she made me tell his dad. Got another few sentences out and he kicks his son out of the house. Neither of them ever got the full story but I was just relieved that he was finally out of the house and couldn’t rape me anymore. 2 hours later his dad goes to look for him. Comes back and suddenly everything was wrong. I was getting yelled at and cursed out and my mom was like “Do you know how serious this could have been?! We almost called the police!” Needless to say, he was back in again. This was in about the end of 2011/beginning of 2012. To this day, I still have no clue what he told his dad to flip the story and put it all on me. Regardless, he quit for a few months but that’s mostly because I was under lock and key. He came back though and after that I didn’t say anything to anyone. This continued until HE went off to college, a year after I did. Oh! And he spread slutty rumors about me throughout our neighborhood. Icing on the cake.
I’ve never told anyone the whole story before. I’ve told my counselor some but not all. I used to feel bad but not anymore.
— Survivor, age 22