I was 16 when my ex-boyfriend raped me. When we first started going out I was 14 and happy cause he was a good guy, and my parents liked him. I used to wear skirts and makeup and I would always do my hair. But every time I did he would call me s*ut and have me change and take off my makeup and make me wear a ponytail. I couldn’t wear any clothes that were too tight and showed any skin at all. Then the hitting started. He would never hit me in the face. But he would hit me so hard in the stomach that I would fall to the floor and he would just start kicking me like I was soccer ball. After dealing with this for six months, I finally said I had enough and broke up with him. He said that I was his girl and if he couldn’t have me no one could. I had just turned 15 and started seeing this other guy who was really nice and I began to get my confidence back. Then the calls and the letters stared from Ryan telling me that I had to break up with Cory or something bad will happen. The calls and letters continued, so I said enough and broke up with Cory. After that the calls and letters stopped. At the time I was working at restaurant as a waitress. I was leaving work one night and I walk home. I walk through the local park it's the fastest way to get to my house. I was crossing the street to the park and saw Ryan and his friends hanging out by the merry-go-round. I started to walk faster but Ryan saw me and caught up with me. He said he just wanted to talk so I said ok. We sat on the bench and he stared apologizing and telling me he was sorry for everything that he did. After he was done talking I told him that I couldn’t forgive him right now and got up to walk away. The next thing I remember is that I was on the ground with him on top of me calling me a b**** and a w*ore. I started screaming and by then his friends were over there holding me down. They took their turns and after they were done Ryan pulled out a knife and stabbed me twice in the stomach. Then he just left me there to die. I was in so much pain from being beaten, raped and stabbed. I couldn’t walk so I just crawled as far as I could. I woke up in the hospital thanks to a guy who was out walking his dog. I am now 20 years old. I have never toll anyone that it was Ryan and his friends. I don’t know if I ever will. I don’t go anywhere alone for fear of my life. Ryan is now dating some other girl and all I want is to worn her. I don’t know if Ill ever get over this. A warning to girls who are in an abusive relationship get out while you can and if you do and they threaten you. GET HELP thanks for reading my story.
by charity on 13 Aug 2005
I'm not sure where to begin. I'd met him in high school and thought he was a nice person, then he demanded a relationship and the threats and stalking began. At first he told me that if I cut off contact with him he would kill himself and that made me feel responsible for his life. So I agreed to have a relationship with him as long as it was not physical. I believed I could get him to value his life more by being his friend. But he didn't need saving, I did. If I suggested I might not be happy with the relationship, he'd forced himself on me. He would beat me until I promised I wouldn't ever leave him, threaten me, and/or rape me. I didn't expect to have sex until I got married. I was terrified of him. I didn't believe he was stable and I didn't doubt he would kill me. He beat me for a long time and made me promise I wouldn't ever leave him, and then he raped me. He has a gun and pointed it at me telling me how they'd find our bodies together. I thought I was going to die there. I was afraid that I'd be putting other people in danger if I tried to get help. I would just beg and beg him not to hurt me, or kill me.. It always hurt. Anyway I eventually I got angry enough to not care what he'd do, and I contacted the police. I went to court and won. That was in February/05 and I've been in therapy on and off since. I still can't talk to my therapist about exactly what he did to me though we've talked just about everything else. When I try to tell her, my thoughts scatter and I feel overwhelmed. I not depressed and suicidal anymore but I have flashbacks everyday, and I'm still afraid.
by Parihangirl on 5 Aug 2005
I was about 12 when my brother’s friend pressured me into a relationship with him. He was 13-14 and I thought I could trust him. I didn't want to be his girlfriend but he kept asking and asking and asking...eventually I began to question my original opinion and eventually gave in. During the months after that he pressured me into other things. He touched me and made me show him things. At some point (either before or after this "relationship") my older brother also pressured me into showing him parts of my body. For years, I've thought I was in some way to blame. I felt used but also disgusted with myself. I felt so ashamed. It's only now, 10 years later that I'm starting to ask myself why I felt ashamed for this. They pressured me and used me. It's only now that I'm beginning to deal with this and realize that I've no reason to feel ashamed.
by Nat on 4 Aug 2005
I have been coming to this website for a while now afraid to write my story, but I can't continue this lie. I was not totally raped but I was molested. I was only 7 years old or younger when it happened. My cousin wanted to play “Guess Who” with me alone so he took me to my brother's room and we played on the floor. He told me that when he won we would play doctor and when I won we would do what I wanted. I was little so I agreed. I then lost to him and he started playing doctor. I don't remember that much of what happened. He made me take off my pants, told me that doctors did this to pregnant women, and he pressed his finger as far as my underwear would stretch. I told him to stop and he did luckily. I think that other things may have happened but I do not know. Then later on that night all of our other cousins were watching TV downstairs and my cousin led me to a couch with a sleeping bag on it. He made me cuddle with him in it zipped up. I again think more happened but I don't know. I told my mom. She told my cousin's parents and he got grounded and had to apologize to me. But besides that he didn't get in trouble. I don't know if it was a right punishment or not. I am still afraid that he will try to go farther when I am around him. My mother promised to let him never spend the night at our house but whenever he is in town he always does spend the night.
by Kerstinon 3 Aug 2005
I was molested when I was three and fourteen.
by candy on 1 Aug 2005
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