I was 19 when I was raped. I knew him. We had met through my friend. I was just getting over a breakup and wanted someone to take my mind off of him. We had hung out once before the rape with my friend and one other person. Everything was normal. He didn’t see out of the ordinary.
The next time, we hung out while my parents were out of town. He invited me over to hang out with him and some friends. So, I went and met him. We were drinking and I got slightly intoxicated and he got belligerent. I realized when it was too late. He kept inviting me to his room and asking so I went. e got into the room and started to have intercourse and at that point he started to insult me so I told him to stop. I realized how drunk he was and wanted out of the situation at that point he held my hands over my head and wouldn’t let me up. I tried fighting and he proceeded to punch me and slap me and choke me. He continued to rape me every way possible. At one point I blacked out from him choking me and woke back up with him still raping me. When he was done, he asked me how it felt to be raped. He also at one point asked me how it felt to know that he could kill me at any point.
He made me stay the night and wouldn’t let me leave, so I couldn’t tell the cops. So after that night, a week later, I decided to press charges after I told my parents. Nothing came from it. They said it was a “he said, she said” and that they had a murder case that was too priority over mine.
It’s been three years and still haunts me. Rape is the hardest thing to get justice for and as much as people try to understand they never will. All I can do is share my story and hope it helps other victims to know they aren’t alone.