My friend started bringing this guy around. He was good looking and seemed to be into me. He would flirt, I would blush…nothing seemed out of the ordinary. One day we were at a party and he needed a ride home. I drove him home multiple times before he invited me in. I was hesitant to go in, but I eventually did. We watched television for a few minutes before he kissed me, which quickly turned into hooking up.
From there he proceeded to rape me even though I screamed “no.” I could’t fight him. He had his hand around my neck. He was much stronger than I, and he was drunk. As soon as he finished, he walked over to the front door, and opened it…that was the only chivalrous thing he had done all night.
I sat in my car for hours after that crying, and blaming myself. I didn’t tell anyone about it, so my friend kept bringing him around. He proceeded to rape me two more times after this incident. He never used a condom. I carried his child. When he found out I was pregnant, he told me it was probably an attention stunt. He started throwing other women’s names in my face, making me feel worthless.