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When I was 11 years old I went to a daycare after school. There was a boy there I liked, but I never liked anyone before, so I wanted to be “best friends” with him. He got permission from his youth leader to let me come to his youth group, even though I was younger than everybody else. I went a few times, and then one night we were watching a really boring movie, and I had to go to the bathroom. When I went out he was waiting right outside the door for me, and he told me he wanted to show me something. |
He pushed me into a cement room and locked the door. He took his clothes off and forced me to do the same. He raped me, and then he told me that if I told anyone he would kill me and my friends. I didn’t say anything to anybody for two years. Then I went on a field trip to Oregon with my school, and he had moved there the past year. I subconsciously saw him everywhere and freaked out. I was very, very depressed for the rest of the trip and was planning suicide when I got back. But I eventually got help, and now I have the support of my family and friends and everything is going great. I even have a 4.0 GPA.
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