Now this is a story all about how my life got twisted upside down, and i would like to take a minute to just sit right here and tell you all about how my friend Patrick raped me.
Okay so, me and my friend Patrick has been friends for like, what, 10 years now. We both just went out of school and has been hanging out much. My mom is also friends with his mom so we work it out like that. So anywho, Patrick and I had just had gym class, and we went to each our seperate locker rooms. We usually act as if we're slow so we can sit and chat afterwards in the girls locker room, maybe have a cigarette just by ourselves. Some of the best moments of my life had been held in that locker room. But one day, he came in 15 minutes late, his hair was all shaken up. He had taken a bottle of vodka from his mom's alchohol cabinet, and had drunk it all. His mom and dad had just seperated, so of course he's feeling a bit down. He came over to me and started rubbing my hair. I started laughing at him because he started babbling completely. He then took my head and put it up to his mouth and he kissed me. I thought it was okay since we've been friends for so long and the fact that he was a bit drunk. But an innocent kiss turned into something more violent, something incredibly violating. He started touching me in the crotch and opened the zipper for my tight pants. I kept removing his hand but it kept coming back in there. In the beginning i started laughing but he suddently got more and more violent and hurting. I tried to get him away from me and run, but he kept shoving me down towards the floor. He had his foot on my stomach while he unbuttoned his pants. I were stripped to my panties from before. I shouted "no! no!" but he wouldnt listen. He took my panties down and stuck it in me. Harder and harder, faster and faster. To spare you from the sexual details (And to spare me, it's painful to write about), when he was done, he stood up, took his stuff and left. I crumbled on the floor, crying. I lied in my bed for the next week, crying myself to sleep. "How could Patrick do something like this? How?" i always asked myself. But i never seem to get an answer. Patrick called me a lot on my cell in that past week but i rejected the call every time. The 7th day i decided i wouldn't cry anymore. I thought that since Patrick didn't use a condom i might've been pregnant, so i decided, with a lot of doubt, to tell my mom.
My mom came home the following evening. I sat her down on the couch and told her everything. I began to cry while saying the words "Patrick raped me." and she started crying along with me. She hugged me deeply as if i had just been diagnosed with a deathly disease. My mom got scared and said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air". I begged and pleaded with her the other day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket, i put my walkman on and said "I might aswell kick it". First class, yo that was bad, drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. If this is what the people of bel-air living like, hmm... This might be alright. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh" and had a dice in the mirror. If anything i could say that this cab was rare, but i thought "Now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air". I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and i yelled to the cabby "Yo, holmes! Smell you later!", looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to settle my throne as the princess of bel-air.
Okay so, me and my friend Patrick has been friends for like, what, 10 years now. We both just went out of school and has been hanging out much. My mom is also friends with his mom so we work it out like that. So anywho, Patrick and I had just had gym class, and we went to each our seperate locker rooms. We usually act as if we're slow so we can sit and chat afterwards in the girls locker room, maybe have a cigarette just by ourselves. Some of the best moments of my life had been held in that locker room. But one day, he came in 15 minutes late, his hair was all shaken up. He had taken a bottle of vodka from his mom's alchohol cabinet, and had drunk it all. His mom and dad had just seperated, so of course he's feeling a bit down. He came over to me and started rubbing my hair. I started laughing at him because he started babbling completely. He then took my head and put it up to his mouth and he kissed me. I thought it was okay since we've been friends for so long and the fact that he was a bit drunk. But an innocent kiss turned into something more violent, something incredibly violating. He started touching me in the crotch and opened the zipper for my tight pants. I kept removing his hand but it kept coming back in there. In the beginning i started laughing but he suddently got more and more violent and hurting. I tried to get him away from me and run, but he kept shoving me down towards the floor. He had his foot on my stomach while he unbuttoned his pants. I were stripped to my panties from before. I shouted "no! no!" but he wouldnt listen. He took my panties down and stuck it in me. Harder and harder, faster and faster. To spare you from the sexual details (And to spare me, it's painful to write about), when he was done, he stood up, took his stuff and left. I crumbled on the floor, crying. I lied in my bed for the next week, crying myself to sleep. "How could Patrick do something like this? How?" i always asked myself. But i never seem to get an answer. Patrick called me a lot on my cell in that past week but i rejected the call every time. The 7th day i decided i wouldn't cry anymore. I thought that since Patrick didn't use a condom i might've been pregnant, so i decided, with a lot of doubt, to tell my mom.
My mom came home the following evening. I sat her down on the couch and told her everything. I began to cry while saying the words "Patrick raped me." and she started crying along with me. She hugged me deeply as if i had just been diagnosed with a deathly disease. My mom got scared and said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air". I begged and pleaded with her the other day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket, i put my walkman on and said "I might aswell kick it". First class, yo that was bad, drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. If this is what the people of bel-air living like, hmm... This might be alright. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh" and had a dice in the mirror. If anything i could say that this cab was rare, but i thought "Now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air". I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and i yelled to the cabby "Yo, holmes! Smell you later!", looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to settle my throne as the princess of bel-air.