This is my rape story, now I must explain what brought this up so bad to the point that I remembered Him. So, please bare with me, I haven't told anyone about this, and now I am telling you guys.
When I was ten years old, my brother was fourteen, and he had a friend who was fifteen. His name was Judd. Now, I always had the little crush for Judd, he was really cute, and such, and I would go downstiars just to see him, my mom thought it was cute, my brother thought it was just weird, and a little annoying.
Well, Taylor, my brother, Eric, and Judd were playing Video Games, and Taylor had to do his chores and Eric went to help him. I was laying on my bed playing with my Barbie Dolls, and I noticed my door was opening and there was Judd.
I wasn't really thinking anything about it. He then shut the door. I was too little to understand the circumstances, I mean, my mom was at work, my dad is in another state, and my brother is outside, and a boy way older than me is in my room. That cna only lead to something bad.
I remember how he was staring at me, I think I must've sensed somethign because I was frightened, he then took my Barbie Doll, and three it across the room, he then laid on top of my and cupped his hand over my mouth, I think he told me to remain quiet, or something bad was going to happen.
He then slide his hand down my skirt and threw my panties, I began to squirm. I was uncomfortable, and then he began to rub me, I knew this didn't feel right, and I tried to sqiggle away, but I had 100 pounds pressing on me, and he with hsi other hand had my hands pinned back. He then slide his fingers in me, and started wiggling it around. I remember I started to feel tears form in my eyes.
He started kissing my neck, and then I began to sob very loudly, he squeezed his hand around my jaw and hurt me, he did this everytime I started to cry, he then when to unbutton his jeans, but he herad the door open, he quickly stood up and buttoned up his jeans and left the room. I was too afraid to leave my room.
I told my mom that night that Judd did something that I didn't really like, she didn't believe me. She thought Judd was a good Christian Boy, and i just wanted attention.
Well, a few years later I was twelve, and my mom had no idea where Taylor was so she sent me to go look at Judd's house, which I didn't want to do. But I went anyway, I knocked on the door and his little sister answered and said he was up in his room. So I went upstairs and I had no idea where Judd was so I called out his name, I heard the door shut, I then turned around, and Judd was standing there, grinning at me, I bgean to panic and he walked over to me and managed to pin me against the wall and started whispering thigns in my ear, and he started touching me again down there. And to make things worse he was kissing me and acting like we were something. Why would a seventeen year old do that to a twelve year old?!
I finally got the courage to scream, even though he would slap me, I finally managed to kick him between the legs and I ran for the door and unlocked it. I ran all the way home crying. Well, I didn't tell my mom anything, and I said he wasn't there. I just went up into my room and cried.
Well a few months later, my brother was throwing a farewell party, and guess who came though the door with his Mom and Dad, Judd.
I was instantly horrorfied, his eyes landed right on me. A million thoughts were running through my head, like I was older and had gotten curves, and everything. He walked over to me.
"You look hott, you've gotten curves."
Well a few weeks later his family moved away. I'm almost fifteen now.
I scoffed and told him to go, "******** Himself."
I then walked over to my cousins, and he left me
alone.
Well I'm almost fifteen now, and I tried my best to forget it, but yesterday my boyfriend and I had grown very serious and we were kissing each other, and he went to unbutton my jeans, I looked up at him, and it remembered me of Judd and I began to freak out.
Now please not I haven't told anyone about this, not even my best friend, the only person I ever told didn't beleive me. Is it too late to tell someone? And what shoudl I do? I'm afraid that even the person I am in love with is going to rape me, is that normal or not?
When I was ten years old, my brother was fourteen, and he had a friend who was fifteen. His name was Judd. Now, I always had the little crush for Judd, he was really cute, and such, and I would go downstiars just to see him, my mom thought it was cute, my brother thought it was just weird, and a little annoying.
Well, Taylor, my brother, Eric, and Judd were playing Video Games, and Taylor had to do his chores and Eric went to help him. I was laying on my bed playing with my Barbie Dolls, and I noticed my door was opening and there was Judd.
I wasn't really thinking anything about it. He then shut the door. I was too little to understand the circumstances, I mean, my mom was at work, my dad is in another state, and my brother is outside, and a boy way older than me is in my room. That cna only lead to something bad.
I remember how he was staring at me, I think I must've sensed somethign because I was frightened, he then took my Barbie Doll, and three it across the room, he then laid on top of my and cupped his hand over my mouth, I think he told me to remain quiet, or something bad was going to happen.
He then slide his hand down my skirt and threw my panties, I began to squirm. I was uncomfortable, and then he began to rub me, I knew this didn't feel right, and I tried to sqiggle away, but I had 100 pounds pressing on me, and he with hsi other hand had my hands pinned back. He then slide his fingers in me, and started wiggling it around. I remember I started to feel tears form in my eyes.
He started kissing my neck, and then I began to sob very loudly, he squeezed his hand around my jaw and hurt me, he did this everytime I started to cry, he then when to unbutton his jeans, but he herad the door open, he quickly stood up and buttoned up his jeans and left the room. I was too afraid to leave my room.
I told my mom that night that Judd did something that I didn't really like, she didn't believe me. She thought Judd was a good Christian Boy, and i just wanted attention.
Well, a few years later I was twelve, and my mom had no idea where Taylor was so she sent me to go look at Judd's house, which I didn't want to do. But I went anyway, I knocked on the door and his little sister answered and said he was up in his room. So I went upstairs and I had no idea where Judd was so I called out his name, I heard the door shut, I then turned around, and Judd was standing there, grinning at me, I bgean to panic and he walked over to me and managed to pin me against the wall and started whispering thigns in my ear, and he started touching me again down there. And to make things worse he was kissing me and acting like we were something. Why would a seventeen year old do that to a twelve year old?!
I finally got the courage to scream, even though he would slap me, I finally managed to kick him between the legs and I ran for the door and unlocked it. I ran all the way home crying. Well, I didn't tell my mom anything, and I said he wasn't there. I just went up into my room and cried.
Well a few months later, my brother was throwing a farewell party, and guess who came though the door with his Mom and Dad, Judd.
I was instantly horrorfied, his eyes landed right on me. A million thoughts were running through my head, like I was older and had gotten curves, and everything. He walked over to me.
"You look hott, you've gotten curves."
Well a few weeks later his family moved away. I'm almost fifteen now.
I scoffed and told him to go, "******** Himself."
I then walked over to my cousins, and he left me
alone.
Well I'm almost fifteen now, and I tried my best to forget it, but yesterday my boyfriend and I had grown very serious and we were kissing each other, and he went to unbutton my jeans, I looked up at him, and it remembered me of Judd and I began to freak out.
Now please not I haven't told anyone about this, not even my best friend, the only person I ever told didn't beleive me. Is it too late to tell someone? And what shoudl I do? I'm afraid that even the person I am in love with is going to rape me, is that normal or not?
