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Well my story begins almost 6 years ago. When I was 16 I met this wonderful guy-or so I thought. I was young and he was the first guy that ever gave me that kind of attention. I fell head over heels for him. Well anyway I ended up sleeping with him(my first) and he thought that ment he could do whatever he wanted to me. It all started the day after we slept together. He started wanting to touch me all the time. It didn't matter where we were or who was around. He would push me down and he'd make me lay there while he would "finger" me. He always just used his fingers but would always use more than one. He would do this so hard that it would feel like he was going to kill me. I would hurt for days after he'd do it, and he did it often so I hurt most of the time. Whenever he would get angry with me he thought I should let him do it because I'd ticked him off. Well this went on for a couple of months and then he got tired of me and left me for someone else.

I wish my story ended there but it doesn't. About 7-8 months ago(August 2000)I saw him again. He apologized and said he loved me. Well I believed him. After about a week of hearing from my friends that he was only going to hurt me again I decided they were right. On August17 I went to my best friends house where he was to tell him that we were better off as friends. We went outside to talk alone. He totally agreed that we should just be friends. I thought everything would be fine. We kept talking and I don't really know how it happened. The next thing I knew he was wanting sex. He told me "You got it up and you're going to get it down".I don't know how..I didn't do anything to him. I kept saying no and telling him I didn't want to. Before I knew it he had my shorts to the side and was almost inside me. I told him I din't want to. I felt that I had no control over the situation. I said "Ok Stacy,get it over with." That was my mistake, but I really felt like I had no choice. He ! was almost there anyway. I had tears in my eyes. I told him I wasn't enjoying it and I wanted him to stop. I begged him, but he just kissed me to make me shut-up.

Well that is my story. I am on my way to recovery, but I still have a long way to go. I am going to therapy and I have great friends now.I am determined that I am going to make it past this.

Nikkia
im: Nikki6183

I was completely lost, until i found this page, now i'm no longer a victim, i'm a survivor.

It happened 18 months ago, i was 16.

I'd been out for a night out, with my sister and some friends. I didn't feel well so i was going home early on my own. walking down a sidestreet to look for a cab, i was grabbed by the arm, and i felt a knife being pushed against my back, as a warning not to speak. I was dragged into a back alley, and raped with a knife to my throat. I was forced to give him oral sex. When he'd finished with me he told me that if i ever told anyone, he'd come back to find me and kill me. He cut my hands and my arm as a warning.

I was left in the middle of town, shaking, bleeding and scared to death. I kept this to myself for nearly a year, then i told my boyfriend who has been so supportive. Before i told him, i tried suicude many times, but I was always interrupted. Looking back, this was a good thing, if i'd succeded, i'd be a victim, now i'm a survivor. I still have flashbacks and terrible nightmares, but i'm getting there, slowly. I lived in fear for so long, that he would come back and find me, but now, i feel safe.

Thank you for letting me tell this, i think its a step in the right direction.

Rachel
icq: 46065752
im: Bill


I was 14, and it was my at the time boyfriend's "best friend". They were into the gang life, and I was never let in on what was going on with them or the other guys they hung out with. I guess my boyfriend had done something to disrespect his "best friend", and everyone in the gang. To get even, his friend did "it" to me.

We were all at my boyfriends house, me, my boyfriend and "him". I was friends with him as well. My boyfriend had left us there, only for a little bit, and I was cool with it. I had trusted him, after all, he protected me from all the other girls that wanted to beat me up because of the "gang", which I was not in. He had got up and went to the kitchen. When he came back, he sat RIGHT by me on the couch. I thought that was weird because there were other places to sit, why would he disrespect his friend you know?

Well, he kissed me, after a short conversation totally unrelated to this, and I kissed him back. He began to lay me down, not violently or anything, but I still denied him of sex. I told him that I loved my boyfriend, and if he was a friend, he wouldn't do it either. He then did "it". After, he made me go to the restroom while he watched me and he made me take a shower while he watched. He let me go then.

3 years later, it happened again, by the same person. I wasn't with that guy anymore though. One of my other friends, who was a girl invited me to her house. I went and she said she was gonna get some meat to BBQ. I stayed there, and a while after she left, "he", came out of the shower, threw me on the bed, and again, did "it". I found out it was a set up because she later lied to everyone and said we had sex. I became pregnant by this person. He did "it" again in my 8th month, he said, to kill the baby. He almost did. My water broke from there, and I had the baby. When the baby didn't die, he had 3 of his friends, who I don't know, come to the hospital, and do "it" again in the restroom.

I've told this to very few people. I am now married with 3 children, (including the one), and still struggle. But I am for the most part happy. Thank you for listening to my story. I hope it helps someone to know they aren't the only one. That's why I come to this page, it helps me to hear other people. Good luck you guys.

Andrea


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