I woke up one morning after a night of drinking with a couple of trusted “friends” in a bed with my underwear pulled down, but my pants up and belt buckled. All I remember is my attacker, who is known to me, waking me up by kissing me and his hand down my pants inside of me. I tried to press criminal charges, but there was no physical evidence. I am now going through the university that I was attending to prove to this guy he can’t get away with this. Telling my story makes me stronger each time, because I know I did nothing wrong.