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Well, I don’t have a cheerful story to tell. I am 18 years old, and when my 17th birthday came I was raped by a good friend. I trusted him with my life because we grew up together. We knew each other’s every move, or at least I thought we did because never in a million years would I have thought he would make that move on me. |
It was August 11 around 8 PM. We were headed to the movies together, and he was driving. He stopped at a store, and I waited in the car. Then we drove on past a school yard, and he pulled in. So I asked him why we were stopping there. He said, “Happy birthday, Ashley,” and that was the last word he said before he forced me down in the car, climbed on top of me, and raped me without a condom. Afterward he got physical. I cried and he hit me. I jumped out of the car. It was a good thing my aunt lived close by. I ran all the way there. That night I lost my virginity…I was forced by someone I thought I knew. Eventually he went back to Jamaica, and I never saw him again.
My advice to girls is don’t trust anyone, even though you think you know them, sometimes you really don’t!
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