The Right Thing- Doesn't Mean Your WeakI told my story "the story of how" but I believe it's time I tell about the second time, the time the will always haunt me.
Not long after Aaron and Charlie raped me, Charlie said sorry and I forgave him. Just a short while later, I was walking, just out for a walk, when Aaron asked to Join me. Nervous I told him "I guess so" but I kept a distance from him. After awhile of him not trying anything I started to relax and didn't walk so far away for him. Big mistake. We started taking and joking, I never noticed until that moment how much I missed it. Before long I look up to find we walked to his place. Nervous again I told him I had to leave. I turned to go but he grabbed me. He slammed a hand across my mouth and wrapped his other arm around my waist. He pulled me into his house, I fought the whole time, kicking, biting, anything I could think of.
I remember him throwing me on my back and ripping my panties off. He pushes my skirt up and in doing so have me enough room to kick him, well knee him in the belly. I jumped up and turned to run but he grabbed my ankle and pulled my feet out from under me. I smacked my head on the table and was in a sort of shocked state when Charlie walked in. I started to freak out, thinking they were going to rape me the same way as last time, but to my surprise Charlie hit Aaron. He beat Aaron up while I sat they staring. Charlie put his coat on me and helped me up. I realized then I did the right thing forgiving him. I'm still scared all the time, though I try to hide it. I want everyone to think I'm strong. Recently I realized, just because you need help doesn't mean you're weak, it means you are strong enough to know when you can't do something alone. So please speak up. Be heard. Be strong. It's okay to break down. Everyone needs help at least once.
oOoAllieoOo 18-21, F 9 Responses 6 Dec 14, 2012