I figure i should post my story..I changed names around for the sake of it... It happened once, years and years ago. I was at my best friend Lou's house waiting in the living room for Lou because we were going to go to the park to watch the football game together, and meet my older brother at the game. Lou had been my friend since I was four, and we did everything together; homework, jump rope, we even went to watch the games at the high school with his older brother. Wyatt. Oh I despise that name.
He was sixteen, I was around 12 or 13 and Lou was around 10 or so, and he locked Jake in the bathroom, and came after me. He had been creepy before; always trying to reach up my skirt and things like that but this time he attacked me, and sent me home like it was all fine.
It wasn't; I got tired and crankier easier and nauseous in the morning. I stopped eating, because I though I was getting fat from eating so much and stopped. And when I found out I was going to have a child, I panicked and told my friends who turned against me, all except Lou, who stuck with me, as I recall.
If my brother had known, if I had told him Wyatt was doing this, he would have punched his lights out; my brother hated Wyatt alot.
And all I can say is that it happened so quickly, the rest was a blur. I still have nightmares about that day. I remember Lou asking me at school if I why I didn't go to the game, and I yelling at him and sending him away because I had thought he told his brother to do it.
I am 27 now and my son is 15. Lou's brother is dead now... guess he attacked one to many woman, but its good Lou isn't like that, and all is fine now... I do not know why I shared this, because few including Lou have ever heard it.
I feel much shame for letting Wyatt do that, but I didn't know; I was to polite to punch a man. I regret now not telling my brother so he could show him a lesson, even if it was uncivil. Of course telling an adult would have been better, but I didn't have the heart to, and had the baby which didnt look like him, so nobody knew whose it was.
He was sixteen, I was around 12 or 13 and Lou was around 10 or so, and he locked Jake in the bathroom, and came after me. He had been creepy before; always trying to reach up my skirt and things like that but this time he attacked me, and sent me home like it was all fine.
It wasn't; I got tired and crankier easier and nauseous in the morning. I stopped eating, because I though I was getting fat from eating so much and stopped. And when I found out I was going to have a child, I panicked and told my friends who turned against me, all except Lou, who stuck with me, as I recall.
If my brother had known, if I had told him Wyatt was doing this, he would have punched his lights out; my brother hated Wyatt alot.
And all I can say is that it happened so quickly, the rest was a blur. I still have nightmares about that day. I remember Lou asking me at school if I why I didn't go to the game, and I yelling at him and sending him away because I had thought he told his brother to do it.
I am 27 now and my son is 15. Lou's brother is dead now... guess he attacked one to many woman, but its good Lou isn't like that, and all is fine now... I do not know why I shared this, because few including Lou have ever heard it.
I feel much shame for letting Wyatt do that, but I didn't know; I was to polite to punch a man. I regret now not telling my brother so he could show him a lesson, even if it was uncivil. Of course telling an adult would have been better, but I didn't have the heart to, and had the baby which didnt look like him, so nobody knew whose it was.
