some say i need to talk about stuff so i feel better...am nor so sure...am not wanting to say these things cuze it hurt..but i keep dreeaming about them....about that night...about how i say no and he wont take no...but then,i say maybe i lead him on,cuz we were on a date..i wanted to be there...and wanted to do stuff...but then i freaked and could not and he comtinue and he woul not stop...i yielled and scartch..but he did not stop..he hurt me so bad..he beat me..broke ribs...he r*p* me ...
when i got home..my mother said it was my fault....maybe she id right....i was 15...