I was a normal and happy fifteen-year-old girl who loved nothing more than chatting with friends about boys and going out, but I was rather the odd one out as no boys ever paid me any attention.
I was a plain Jane type of girl and often felt left out when it came to the chats as I had never even had a boyfriend.
I was shocked when a few of my friends spoke about having sex, they were so young and I wondered what I was missing out on.
I had never even been kissed
I was sat on the internet one evening and I joined a well-known chat site.
The intention was to make a few friends and pass the time.
I didn’t use my own profile picture; I choose a random image of a pretty girl and used that.
That’s the thing about being online; you can pretend to be anyone you want to be.
I soon attracted the attention of a boy who was two years older than me.
He told me that he lived three hours away from me.
We started to talk more often until we were spending a few hours each night after school talking.
We then swapped mobile numbers so we could text each other.
He would text me during the day to tell me that he was missing me.
Soon after he told me that he loved me and asked if we could meet up.
I was over the moon.
I finally had a boyfriend like all my friends.
I was no longer the odd one night.
I agreed to meet up and I was so excited
It was hard to get my mother to agree to take me three hours away but I did, I did not tell her the real reason.
I just suggested a day out together and as she loves shopping I soon made the excuse that I wanted to go to the cinema while she trailed the shops, promising to meet up in a few hour’s time.
He was there waiting for me, as gorgeous as ever.
He kissed me.
When he suggested we go to the cinema I could not wait as we sat in the back row I thought the luckiest girl in the world, just wait until I told my friends, they would be so jealous.
Only his hand kept creeping up my thigh, touching me in places that I didn’t want him too.
When he suggested we go to the toilets I became afraid.
This was going way to fast.
But I didn’t want to seem like a stupid little girl and so when he led me to the directions of the cinema toilets I followed him
He shut the door on the toilet cubicle and he started to kiss me, but then he started to touch me again.
His hands were all over my body, trying to pull my jeans down and my top up.
I asked him to stop and I struggled to break free.
That’s when he slapped me
He spat at me and told me that he had come a long way for this and he was not going home without getting anything from me.
I have no idea how I did it but I need him right where it hurt, as he fell forward I reached and unlocked the door and I ran.
I had no idea where I was going but I ran.
I text my mom who came to meet me in the place we had planned.
He never contacted me again and I never told my parents what had happened and when it came to telling my friends, well I left a few details out. I didn’t tell them that I had become afraid, stopped him and ran.
Was it the thrill or the need to find someone who did really want me? I don’t know but it wasn’t long before I was back to the chat room.
This time he was much older than me.
Without going into too much detail I did some things on webcam for him that I would be ashamed to admit.
After a few weeks, we arranged to meet up.
He booked us into a hotel close to my home, I had a friend cover for me on a Friday night, and I told my parents I was staying at her house for the weekend.
I would be back on Sunday evening.
I sneaked off to meet my new online friend.
Arriving at the hotel was amazing, I felt grown up and we had sex, I consented to it.
He asked me if my parents knew where I was and I told him no.
For the next two days, I was beaten and raped
He knew my address and told me that I if I ever told anyone about what had happened then he would find me easily and finish me off.
My parents were under the impression that I was staying with a friend for the weekend, nobody suspected that I was missing and being held hostage in a nearby hotel room.
Once back at home, I took a shower.
I was broken.
There in my inbox was a warning message from him.
I knew I had to speak out.
I went downstairs and broke down telling my dad everything, that I had been beaten and raped.
I knew my dad would be angry and upset but he dealt with it so well.
At the police station, I gave a statement and had an examination performed, samples were taken.
The thought of going into court was terrifying; I was able to do it via camera.
He was found guilty and he was sentenced to a prison sentence.
I gave up looking for men online.
Let this be a warning to anyone who thinks they know someone they have started to chat too online.
If you do arrange to meet them then please make sure someone you trust knows where you are going and checks in on you.
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