My story starts when I stayed late at my friends house. It was dark by the time I was leaving and her brother offered to walk me home. It wasn't that far so I said he didn't have to. But he insisted. On our way we laughed and joked. Shared embarrassing school moments. He was my best friends twin and a really close friend of mine. A few houses up the road from my house he grabbed my arm. Scared thinking he saw something I turned to him, only to have him clamp his hand over my mouth and pull me against his chest. I still thought he saw something dangerous and was protecting me. Until he pulled me towards the barn in my neighbors yard. I didn't really fight because I didnt understand quite . When he had me inside the barn he turned and locked the door. Using rope from in the barn he tied my hands. And me like a freaking idiot sat there, and didnt try to stop him. When he started peeling my clothes off I came to my senses and started fighting him. He hit me in the head and I kinda bl
inked in surprise. Someone tapped at the barn door. I screamed thinking it was the owner and he'd help me. It was his best friend. Charlie (the brother) locked the door again while Aaron (the friend) gagged me. i Started to fight again but Aaron held me down while Charlie finished taking my clothes off. Charlie hauled his pants down and entered me. Some point I started to cry. When charlie was finished they switched places and Aaron had a turn. They put my clothes back on and threatened that if I told anyone it would be more painful next time. I went home and didn't tell anyone. A week later Charlie came to me at school and asked to talk to me alone. I agree, but we had to stay in view of a teacher (my terms) He told me he was sorry. and hugged me. I started to cry and for some unknown reason forgave him. Aaron never said sorry, and tried again that week. Charlie walked in on it and beat him up. This is the story of how. How he raped me. How I forgave him. How I moved on.