It all started last August. I had been talking to this guy online, and I hadn’t really wanted to meet him- and I didn’t plan on it either. But some how we ended up hanging out, and I didn’t have a problem being friends with him. I was fourteen and he was seventeen, so it was kind of awkward when he said he wanted to be more than friends. Well, we hung out at his house and he took me the garage to listen to music. And he raped me, I screamed, scratched and bit. But nothing happened,- no one came. He told me that if I told he’d kill me, so I was scared. I kept it to myself, and he would call me and say “come hang out with me, or else I will come to your house when your alone and beat you.” I was scared.. so I went. For two and a half months he raped me. At my house, his house, his garage- Finally I told, but no one believed me… I’m no longer a victim, I’m survivor.
I lived in ny last year and i was walking home from my schools football game as i walked i heard “‘Marissa,’ wait up”; and i turned around it was my friend “Rachel,” she said get home there’s some people that was just talking about you, I’m going to walk you home just in case they want to start something… by that point she was a block away running and sorta out of breathe i told her im fine that she doesn’t need to worry and she turned around then a man knocked me out and dragged me into the church … when i woke up the man was on top of me with us both naked. i couldn’t move, i was tied to the benches ..he raped me…… i never told anyone when my dad asked about the bruises i told him me and my friends were pretending to fight and sum jerk jumped in and hit me and he believed me.