Story from a 16 year old.

The worst part was probably the fact that I knew him and trusted him. I have always been a party girl. I drank lots, had fun, it was a habitual routine each weekend. One of my friends was throwing a halloween party so my two best friends and I decided to go as Charlies Angels. I had been working all day so hardly had time to eat and I had been struggling mentally so I thought if I get super drunk I'll forget about my problems, just for one night. The ironic thing is that by doing this, it gave me the biggest problem I had ever had to face. My friend who was hosting the party had invited a few mutual friends from the all boys school in a town 15 minutes away from where we all lived. I knew most of these boys and felt safe enough with them to have a good time because I had drunk with them before and honestly I was so naive I never even considered that something like this could happen to me. I was drinking rapidly on an empty stomach and ended up being so drunk. This boy was standing with me and we were talking, he was helping me stand up so I wouldn't fall to the ground. We started making out until I felt like I was going to vomit when he offered to walk me to his car so I could sit down. He was sober driving but had parked his car down a small hill which was a small walk from the party. He helped me walk down when I automatically passed out in the back seat of his car. I don't know how long I was out for but I woke up and had to vomit straight away out of his car. I spewed up a significant amount then I closed the car door and he gave me another alcoholic drink to get the vomit taste out of my mouth. He started kissing me after I had the drink and that's the last I remember before passing out. I woke up and he was on top of me. I froze. I couldn't quite comprehend what was happening to me. It hurt so badly and then he pulls out and finishes on his car seat. I remember sitting back up and pulled up my underwear that was still on one leg. He left the car almost immediately and headed back to the party. I followed behind him and felt upset because I thought he was ignoring me. Now looking back I realise that he knew straight away that what he had just done was wrong. He got his friend and they left straight away. I saw them walking and I ran up to him and gave him a hug so stupidly having not yet comprehended what he had just done. I was shaking when I went up to my friends and asked if we could go home now as it was past midnight. The next morning I had asked if he would pay for my morning after pill (PlanB) as he didn't use a condom and although he pulled out I was scared of pre cum. He said he would but the following week so money had gone into my account and his messages were snarky and rude like he was taking the piss out of me. Now, every-time I see him I get a strong panic and fear that makes me shakes through my bones. He's out there still running around which breaks me to my core. Some people believe me. But his group of brain dead asshole friends think I am a lier. It's so hard for me to go over to their town as a huge cloud of fear always lays over my head. Fuck you for what you did to me. I hate you. So that's my story. Thank you for taking the time to read. :)