Yeah, Me Too... (Part 1)
I was a freshman in high school...at a new school. I had moved to Lorain from Elyria literally on my last day of 8th grade. My transition and adjustment to my new town was decent. I had a lot going on to help me meet new people and feel included: cheerleading, marching band, choir, and drama. By basketball season I was pretty well known considering (I was from that "other town").
It was the Friday of President's Day weekend, and I had just gotten home from cheering at a basketball game when the phone rang. It was my neighbor and schoolmate. He and one of the football players were at his place hanging out for the weekend. They wanted to come over. That was a hard "no" since my parents weren't home and it was late...like street lights on late. He tried debating with me so I hung up, and continued with my evening (fixing myself something to eat).
I'm a bit of a vampire, so I was doing this in the dark kitchen with some light from the living room. All of a sudden I hear a noise in the yard. So I grab the butcher knife. Then there was a knock on the door. I look out and it's my neighbor. I cracked open the storm door and told him he'd better leave. He tried debating again, then pushed open the door and forced his way in.
I was pissed and nervous...my mom would be home any minute, and she'd kill me if there was a boy even near the house at this hour. We did not have any living room furniture at the time. So he was chasing me about the living room. I threatened to stab him. He just laughed, took the knife, and put it somewhere. He began trying to grope on me and such. But I pushed him off.
He eventually calmed down and sat on the stairs with me. I still urged him to leave but he wouldn't. Next thing I know he's taking out a condom. I asked "What are you gonna do with that?" He laughed, pulled down his pants, and put it on. I could have died.
Then he backed me up the stairs while I pleaded for him to stop. He grabbed my arms, and wrestled me to the ground. Once again I wanted to die. I for a moment fought back. Then I realized he's a state ranked wrestler. This won't turn out too great. (Our school's team was AMAZING!) As I cried he let up for a moment. In that moment I tried to squirm away. But he was persistent. So to avoid a violent situation I just laid there prepared to take it. As he began to penetrate me...my mom walks in.
I freaked out and shoved him in my bedroom. I ran to the steps as she came in as usual. She asked about my game...why was this knife out (oh shit)...why was I still in my uniform (fuck)...what is this condom wrapper (FUUUUUCKKKK)? That's when she began asking 1k questions and my head began to swim. Eventually "he" came running out my room and she began hitting him with a phone as he ran out the house.
Mom was pissed. She called the police, my father, and my oldest sister at college. She did not mutter word to me as we waited on the police.
When the police arrived the female officer questioned me in the basement. At the end of my story she said "So he raped you." I was adamant that that is NOT what happend. But she was persistent, "No, I'm not asking you. I am telling you. You were raped, and I am reporting it that way." All's I could think was "Great! Now I'm a victim. Now they're gonna ask me all these questions about me and my sex life, and they're gonna find out we've had sex before, and they won't believe a thing I've said."
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October 2018