He was my friend. I had known him for almost twelve years. We had met at church, for goodness sake! I was having a hard night after finding out that I hadn’t gotten a job that I really needed. He
insisted on coming over because he was worried about me. He brought beer, and I got drunk. I was about to pass out when he kissed me. He asked if I wanted to sleep. I went tobed and didn’t know he’d followed me until I woke up with him touching me, hurting me, and his tongue in my mouth. It continued for six hours, and I was in and out of consciousness throughout. I went to the police, but in the end the prosecutor said there wasn’t enough evidence to file charges. He gets to live like nothing happened; I can hardly call what I’m doing living.