I always thought I’d be the girl to give my all and fight back but never imagined myself being in the situation I was then in.
Why didn’t I do something more than just let it happen?
I was told I begged for it, I wanted this, that I was the whore. How did I beg for you to rape me when I was sound asleep in my bed? How did I give you the okay when you held your hand over my mouth to keep my quiet?
There will never be enough words to explain what you’ve done to me. There could never be a greater pain than the pain you brought me that night you decided to make the decision you made to destroy me for the rest the of my life.
I trusted you, my family trusted you but little did we know that our trust was placed in the hands of a person who could be defined as a son of satan. That terrible memory never slips my mind, never fades away.
That memory replays every time a guy tries to get close to me. Every time I lay in bed I fear of the dark because that’s where your memory resides. I was taunted for what you did to me.
How does someone half the size of you overpower you?
Being in this situation is something you can’t even begin to imagine. I always thought I’d be able to fight my way out of it, but in that moment that felt impossible.
How you got away with it is beyond me. Maybe there wasn’t enough evidence. But all I can remember was the pain I felt while you were doing what you were doing. I would’ve rather died than to live another day in pain after that night.
I was scared, I was alone and I panicked. I felt disgusting, I felt dirty. I know I shouldn’t have showered after, but I couldn’t stand the filthiness you brought on to me, I needed that feeling off of me.
But that feeling, it never left.
You destroyed me. How you live with yourself every day knowing what you did and how you got away with it is something I will NEVER understand. How do you sleep at night knowing you raped your friend?
I hope karma comes back around for you. You imprisoned me while you had your freedom.