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I was raped ...of course as you could tell from the title that I was. I'm 20 now going to be 21 in less than a week. Between the ages 16 and 17 I dated this guy. In this story he will be called J. J and me met online and talked for about a year before engaging with each other in a relationship. It was a day before Valentines that I should have realized who he was as a person. I was in Texas with my dad. He's a truck driver and can be gone for weeks at a time. A week prior my dad asked if I wanted to go on the truck for a week because our school was out for holiday, so of course I went knowing I would be back to see J for the first time on Valentines day. Unfortunately my dads truck broke down in Texas. I called J and told him I wouldn't be able to meet him yet. Two days passed without hearing from him. Then, I received a text saying that he doesn't want to talk to me anymore. 6 months passed. I received another message from him. J said he was sorry and feeling depressed.... I replied. Reluctantly I agreed to finally meet him that weekend. He drove me too his house. It was painful. the drive took 2 hours which was filled with almost complete silence. I sat in his living room for an hour without moving until he asked me to grab the ice cream from his deep freezer. The freezer was almost empty with the ice cream at the bottom in the farthest corner making it so I had to put my full top half of my body in the freezer to reach in.... Just as my fingers brushed the container the lid of the deep freezer "fell" on me... I realized he J standing there.. holding the lid down while he moved behind me.. I could barely utter a sound. The only thing I managed to say was please don't. While he was doing that I felt so empty. It was chocolate ice cream. The smell of his cologne was so strong. The lid of the freezer was so heavy. I haven't said much of what happened since then. I moved 13 hrs away from all family and friends since then. A kid I work with wears the same cologne. I have to vomit in the bathroom every time we work together... I don't know if I should tell him it bothers me.
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Hey, you are an incredibly strong person. It’s an act of courage that you opened up here. Maybe you could try to talk to the kid.
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