The night I was raped-

Sometimes I wish I never met him. I wish I could go back and erase the past. The flash of light- the laughter. It surrounds me. He towers over me. I am helpless and hopeless. I am 15. I am stuck. I felt my body become hot even though it was a cold November night. He slid his hands inside of me, not just his hands. My cries echoed, they laughed. He yanked me to my feet and pushed me against the wall. Fear and embarrassment  was all I felt. I tried to ignore the sharp pain inside of me. I silently wept afraid to speak. This stranger I met yesterday was now touching, hurting me. His friends giggling in the bushes. My hair was in a bun with strand of hair covering my face. Tears crept down my face. He dropped me on the floor as his friends ran up and high fived him. His blue eyes- I could never forget, 

I was in love.

3 thoughts on “The night I was raped-”

  1. This was a terrible experience, dear girl. I’m not sure I understand., Did you fall in love with the man who raped you? I know that can happen. God bless your heart. I pray He will heal the trauma you suffered, the memory of it.

  2. Girl,Things happen but this is some twisted love.

  3. It’s not your fault. Tell someone, I beg you. And please believe me when I say not all men are like that. Don’t give up your hope on humanity. His sins will catch up with him.

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