#64

When I was 14 years old I was with a boy who was mean to me. The first time we hung out he grabbed my hand and stuck it down his pants without asking and I was scared. We stayed together. One day he really wanted to come to my house after school because he knew nobody was home. He asked me over and over again to come over and just kept telling him no because I didn’t want him too. He got on my bus and refused to leave. I didn’t want to look like a “bitch” so I didn’t make a big deal. Just laughed it off. Then when he followed me home I kept telling him to go away and he just said he was coming over. I didn’t know what to do because I did not want him to come over because I knew he would try to have sex and I didn’t want to. When I get nervous I laugh a lot so when I tried close the door on him and he just pushed through i was laughing but I wanted to cry. I blame myself a lot because of that. Because maybe he just didn’t take me serious. We then moved to the couch and he wouldn’t stop asking why I was paranoid. I told him it was because my mom was going to be home soon. He told me I worry too much. When he got on top of me and started kissing me and started to try to put his hands in my pants I will never forget the fear and panic I felt. I got up and told him I had to go to the bathroom. I tried to get myself together I didn’t know what to do. When I opened the door he was standing there with his dick out and told me I had to do something for him. I told him to put it away and kept laughing because I was so scared. He actually listened this time and moved on to his next goal. in the hallway I told him I didn’t want to do anything and he fingered me anyways. I told him no. I didn’t really do anything I just stood there. I didn’t fight or scream. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to make a big deal. I just gave him what he wanted. I vaguely remember giving him head after. I don’t remember anything about that day until I reread a journal entry about it 5 years later and all the memories came back. A couple weeks after this incident almost the same exact thing happened with him and we broke up it a little while later. 5 years later I still deal with this almost every single day. I cannot stop believing that I made it all up or that it wasn’t even that bad or that it was my fault Even posting on here is hard because I feel like people will think my story is dumb and it was my fault. But i really hope this helps. I want to move past this.