The football field
He was a starter on the football team and four years my senior. As a high school freshman, I was beyond ecstatic that he wanted to spend time with me.
We talked, we texted, we flirted.
One night, he even took me to a senior party- a bonfire. We danced, we talked and we drank... Oh did I ever drink.
I was so intoxicated I could barely stand when he decided to take me home. How nice, I thought. While passing the football field, he stepped in front of me and kissed me. It felt wrong, so wrong. It escalated further. I said no. I cried. I said STOP... It didn't stop.
Monday at school I was called a slut by even my closest friends. I shouldn't have had so much to drink, they said. I shouldn't complain because he's so good looking, they said. I was devastated.
I was told it was my fault, I was asking for it... I believed it with every ounce of my being.He affected the way I lived my life throughout all four years of my high school career.
I no longer live my life in shame, thinking that night was my fault. I have grown older and realized what happened on that football field was not at all my fault.
He punched me in the mouth, promised to kill me if I told. He hurt me emotionally and physically... And it was wrong.