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It was just a regular night for my sister, our friend Jericka, And I. I was 15. Those years where curiosity takes over your mind. That age where you do things you know you’re not suppose to do. My mom was a hard worker. She was always striving to build a strong outlet for her children. But back to this night. My mom was working an overnight shift so sneaking out was never really an issue. There was a party. These parties seemed to reaccure every weekend with the same posse. They called themselves “ THE BULLS.” They were always throwing parties, they made music, and were friends with everybody. Where I am from the town was so small everyone knew each other in one way. “The Bulls” were all I’m gonna say in there early 20s. Yeah I know what you are thinking like damn why would a 15 year old be at this grown ass adult party. Now I wish I wasn’t there but back then it’s where I wanted to be. My friends and I have already been to maybe like 2 of their parties. I wasn’t really nervous or skeptical about anything. That night we had pregamed at my moms house and then headed to the party around 10 PM. Which was always located at 500 LINCOLN. Believe me it was really known in this town. So I was feeling good. Once we got there not many people were there but we got offered drinks. So I was still feeling okay. One cup led to the next cup. If you get what I’m saying. Next thing you know I’ve had my first black out. Next thing you know I had woken up laying flat on my stomach on a bed with somebody inside me. I felt the pressure but was still motionally out of it. I remember asking “What’s going on?” And someone groped there hands around my neck and pushed it down. I’m now unconscious again. Keep in mind I have no idea how long I’ve been down or how long this horrific abuse was going on. I remember waking up again to being on my back and my vision is still very much blurry but I see a man pulling up his pants and saying “Yo, I’m done” I then try to sit up but I can’t I felt as if I was dead weight to myself. I then feel someone push me back down and I black out again. I woke up to my sister screaming and crying saying “ we need to get off of here Modesty you have been hurt by 3 guys” At this point she’s putting my clothes on me and carrying my dead weight on the house. She’s crying so hard. I’m numb to everything I can barely see and I don’t know what they did. I just know I’m hurt. Its now the next day and I’m in so much pain I don’t even want to get up to walk to the bathroom and my sister tells me what has happened. She said “A couple of guys were at the party talking about they were running a train on some girl so she went looking for me. She couldn’t find me and when she did she found me unconscious having sex with some guy in a room. She had to wake me up and carry me out of the party. She then hands me a pill and says “this is the plan b just in case you may be pregnant.” She then had me call a women’s clinic and set up for STD Testing. By the way I was clean no STDS. Thank god for that. The weekend was over and I went to school the next day and the rumors had begun. My friends came up to me asking if I let a train get ran on me and I said no but gossip is gossip. People will believe what they want too. I was living in my own nightmare. I was getting called groupie day in and day out. High school was never the same for me. I never defined my happiness as I defined it just a few days before. That night became one of the worst nights of my life. Sexual assault is not something to keep held in or feel ashamed about. Speak up before your happiness can never be rebuilt.
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