My friend raped me and I wanted to share my experience here on the blog in the hope of helping just one other person out there who has been through the same thing feel less alone.
It was close to my 16th birthday when I first met him properly, we knew the same circle of friends in before too long we too became friends. He soon won me over with his mop of blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
He was cute and cheeky and I felt weak at the knees. I was in love. He was three years older than me, but age was nothing but a number to me.
I was in love. He was three years older than me, but age was nothing but a number to me.
He was three years older than me, but age was nothing but a number to me.
One night he invited a few of us to his house for a few drinks, a little party. I went along feeling so grown up.
We danced to music and drank too much, but we were young and having a great time.
By the end of the night, all out other friends had gone home and there were just me and another girl and then he left.
I asked to borrow his toilet and he told me where to find it, off I went.
I heard someone outside the bathroom door, it opened and he appeared.
I quickly pulled my pants and trousers up, he was now behind me.
My friend raped me right there in the bathroom
I was cried and begged him to stop, but he didn’t.
The other girl who had heard the noise came upstairs and was screaming for him to let me out.
He didn’t look like a rapist, he was my friend.
I trusted him.
After he had finished with me he pushed me to the floor.
I lay there, curled into a tight ball and I cried.
He left me there.
The other girl rushed in and found me; my white trousers were blood splattered.
He had robbed me of my virginity, my friend raped me, it was a horrific feeling.
One minute we were laughing and joking as friends and within minutes he had raped me.
No justice was ever given
For a long time, I felt guilty and ashamed and even blamed myself, if only I wasn’t so stupid and had gone to his to the party this would never have happened.
But in the end there is only one person to blame and that was him.
I have daughters of my own now and I am worried sick for their safety. I know men like him exist. I still suffer from flashbacks and depression has visited me a few times now, but I’m strong, I have to be.
My friend raped me and almost destroyed my life but here I am fighting back and I truly believe that karma will one day catch up with him.
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