My friend justin said I need to tell my rape story... -- LiveWire Teen Forums

I was sixteen years old and supposedly getting ready for mid-terms. I told my mom and my step-dad that I was going to spend the night at a friend's house and we were going to study. Well, I never went to her house, I went to another friend's boyfriend's birthday party at his apartment. Which the previous night I was over there and met him and his male roomates, one in particular was "Charlie". My really good friend Louis was supposed to accompany me but at the last minute couldn't make it. So, I went with my other friend Bobbi. I also brought along a bottle of Jack Daniels. We drank every last drop. Later on that night, my friend Michele and I were throwing up in the bathroom. I eventually passed out on the floor. But I do remember opening my eyes I few times. I heard the shower running, It was Michele. Then, the next thing I remember I was in the bathtub. It was Charlie, running the bath water and then he was in the bath with me and inside of me! I started crying and yelling for him to get off of me. I don't remember the time that lapsed but finally he got off of me and called me a baby and then slapped me in the face. My friend was being held back in the living room, by his roommate. She heard me crying and screaming, she tried to help but couldn't. I got my clothes on and ran outside where the rest of the party was. I told them what happened! They put me in the car to take me to the police station. Before we could leave Charlie came outside and put his hand through the half opened window and grabbed my hair. He said, " you'll be calling me tomorrow telling me how much you liked it." We stopped at my friend Sandy's house before we went to the police because I wasn't sure I wanted to go! But she convinced me to go. I tried to press charges but the detective said I was drunk and it was his word against mine. I had three witnesses with me? So I told my mom and my mom got scared, and said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air." I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cat was rare, But I thought "Nah forget it, Yo home to Bel Air."

Did I do the right thing? Will people still like me? I'm in a new town and don't know any one. Some times It seems like this is all just a dream.

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