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We were best friends. I would hang out with him everyday after school my freshman and most of my sophomore years of high school. We did everything together. I never knew he would hurt me the way he did. I was fifteen. He was seventeen. Don't worry, this isn't some stupid love story that ends in a break up. It's worse than that. So much worse. This boy wasn't the cutest so he didn't have a date to his prom. As his best friend I felt obligated to be his "date." It was supposed to be a fun night full of other friends and laughter. The night started out great with the usual pictures and awkward hugs between the dates and parents. We got to the dance where I saw my other friends and, oh god, how I wish I would've stayed with them all night. But he was ready to leave. We were at the dance for maybe twenty minutes when his friend texted him. I wasn't sure what was going on but I left. We ended up at a bowling alley to meet this friend of his. Or so I thought we were meeting him but he jumped into his friends truck and grabbed a clear bottle and a soda bottle. He lifted them with his ugly grin and walked back to his car. Vodka. He had grabbed a bottle of vodka and a mixed drink he wouldn't dare tell what alcohol was in it. I laughed. We went to pick up my other friend. She took the bottle of vodka and chugged half of it. I took a sip. They laughed at me. He took her home and begged me to hang out a little bit longer. My legs told me to run but I didn't. He was my best friend and I was sober. A little sip did nothing but leave my mouth tasting of rubbing alcohol and regret. He pushed the mixed drink on me. "It's good, I promise," he pushed. I caved. A single sip and a few moments late I knew. It was one of those moments that made your mind turn and your stomach scream. It was one of those moments that you just knew, something was wrong. Something was very wrong. I couldn't move. I was fighting sleep. One sip? One SIP of vodka and a mixed drink and I'm gone? No. Something else. I was dozing off and on. Fighting my sleep. He drove me around. Ignoring my mumbling about wanting to go home. I fell asleep. I felt the car turning, stopping, going, and finally parked. I saw a light through my eyelids. I finally moved and woke up. We were in the Wal-Mart parking lot. The empty side. I felt sick. I wanted my bed. I didn't feel safe. I sat up and he asked me if I was okay. I ignored him and looked around from somebody, ANYBODY. Anybody but him. Finally I caught eyes with a woman I knew and I begged her to take the bottles in the car and to take me home but she laughed. She laughed and talked to HIM. I dozed off again, unable to fight my sleep for another minute. I woke up in the middle of nowhere. I had no clue where I was. I couldn't move. I couldn't talk. I started to panic. He pushed my body into the dash and slid his fat ugly body behind me. I tried to yell. I wanted to push him but I couldn't. I couldn't do anything. He lifted my shirt up. He put his dry and crusty hands on my bare back and rubbed it like he cared about me. I tried to squirm and fight but my body was so weak. Then his hands, his devilish hands, unclasped my bra and he slid it off. He grabbed my body and threw it against his. His hands slid over my breast and his hot dirty breath filled my ears. I whimpered and he shushed me. His hand slid down my pants. I whimpered louder. It was the end of me. The end of the girl I was growing up to be. I finally got home only to hid away in my room and delete his number and block his snapchat. I cut up my prom dress. Threw away my underwear, plain grey t-shirt, and jeans. I took the hottest shower I ever have in my life. I scrubbed my skin until it was bright red. I thought I had cleansed myself. I thought it was all over. Until Monday. I walked into my High School to my group of friends (he went to a different school). My friend pulled my aside. She pulled up her snapchat message log and showed me everything he had done. He stripped me down and took pictures of my naked body and sent them to people at my school. Everyone knew now. A boy in my first class said something and I lost my self control and gave him a bloody nose and was sent home. I told my dad everything. We cried. I pressed charges. Or, I tried to. The cop blackmailed me and said if they charged him with anything I would get charged too. I cried. But I didn't give up. I took him to court. Many times. One time I was told "we don't want to charge him because he is a minor and it could ruin his life." So I took it into my own hands. I made social media my speaking platform. I blasted my story and his picture. I warned other girls about this devil. I got a call from the police. His mother called the cops on me for posting everything he did. They told me to take it down. I refused because I researched my laws and right. He took me to court to get a restraining order on me. The fat POS tried to get a restraining order on me because I was able to turn the whole town against him. They knew what he did and so did he. The judge laughed and told him he had no case against me but I sure had one against him. I took him back to court. After an hour of battling back and forth. The judge gave him probation. But the judge also yelled at him and his mother for treating this as a "boys will be boys" type of situation and said how badly he wanted to send him to jail but Nebraska laws protected him. I won, sort of.
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good ending. U stayed strong thats what counts. God bless u.
Stay bold my friend.
from a ten year old girl
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