It is now 2025.. I know I have waited very long to post this. But I feel I am ready to share my story with all of you as I am know I am not the only one that this has happened to.
This was the Summer of 2013 I was 19 Years Old and I had been single for some time. My mother had thought it would be good for me to go out and spend time with some friends since I had been working a lot of hours and taking care of my baby. Every mother needs a break at least one in awhile. So I had reached out to my friends and had asked if they had wanted to get together since I had been chatting with someone I was interested in, But did not want to meet him for the first time alone. They had agreed and decided to come along with me and he had stated he would pick them up as well.
So he had picked me up first and then my friends were already together at her house. We had started driving towards Nashua, NH area where it looked like he had lived. He stated he worked for a Liquor Company so he had some bottles at the house if we would like a drink. At that time I had never drank before, I had stated I will try one. I didn’t like the taste but I remember I felt sick and tired right after the first drink and my friend had also gotten sick. One of his friends was there and said that he would drive her home since she was not feeling well. All I remember from then was I had fallen asleep, and I was in a dark room. And then I had felt a large amount of pain.
He was behind me on top of me, I was half asleep. And then he pushed me to the floor and forced himself on me. He had pulled my hair so hard. I was in so much pain I kept yelling for him to please stop! I remember reaching for my phone to call anyone I could to come and get me but I had no idea where I was and no one was answering their phones. I had woken the next day and my hair was falling out, my breasts cracked and bleeding, and my chest bruised. I felt so ashamed thinking how could I let this happen to me? Why did I let this happen to me? That morning when he had driven me home I had taken a picture of his face, I only knew his first name as I always will never forget what had happened to me. And I remember his telling me ‘Please don’t tell anyone what happened, I have a child on the way.’
I was young, stupid, ashamed! I never reported it and I regret that I never did. But the truth is If I did report it would anything have been done? Or would I have just been questioned as to what I was wearing? Was it my intention? I just know I never want my children to go through what I went through.
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