Him

Noun 1. molestation - the act of subjecting someone to unwanted or improper sexual advances or activity (especially women or children)

A lot of people are talking about it. Spreading lies, making it different than the truth, talking about it like everyday gossip. I'm sick of it. I'm not a liar, I am not ashamed. I went through a portion of what women everyday go through. Being molested is a horrible, scary, uncontrollable, and helpless experience. It's something that so many girls, teenagers, and women have gone through, or worse. I am one of those. I think my story can help others who have been through it or help those refrain from getting in the situation.

Monday, January 11th, 7 p.m.

I was at the mall with my friend Ashley. Her friend Brandon was picking her up any moment to hang out. I was about to go to Sarah's but this guy was texting her, telling her he missed me. (My phone was disconnected at the time.) I've known him since middle school and I went out with him once. He never made a move on me unless okay'd by me first and he's always seemed like a nice guy that I could trust. I agreed to stop by and say hi before driving to Sarah's. I got there and he opened his front door and told me to come inside. I asked him if anyone was home, he told me his mom wouldn't be back for a couple hours and his brother was in juvy until wednesday. I was unsure but he was acting normal and nice so I followed.

(Girls, if no one is home. Don't follow. Stay outside or say you just stopped by to say hi, and leave. If he's a friend he'll want to hang out again and not mind if others are around.)

We went to his room and watched tv. I was sitting at the edge of his bed and him at the head. He was smoking weed earlier in the day with friends and said he was still high but I knew he wasn't. I've been around it enough to know how long it lasts. He was fine. He tried kissing me and I kissed back but instantly knew I didn't feel anything for him so pulled away. He asked me what was wrong and I told him that I didn't feel anything for him in that way and that I just wanted to be his friend. He didn't like that. He curled in his lips and I could see the frustration. He leaned in to kiss me again and I leaned back and pushed him off. I told him no and he said 'why' really aggresively. He kept leaning toward me and I pushed him off, so he moved his hands between my legs and started massaging. I reacted as quite as I could, pushed him back to the other end of the bed and yelled at him that he was disgusting and a pig. He grinned so big, laughed hysterically and said, "That's what you get." I'm thinking...Get for what? For saying no? This guy obviously has never been rejected before. He came at me, scaried I reactively leaned back and he got on top of me, holding me down. I tried pushing him off, kicked him back again in the stomach and freaked and kicked him in his face. Before I could get up, he slapped me so hard across the face that I froze. He pushed me down and dug his knee into my stomach where I couldn't breathe if I moved at all. Gasping for air, he held my wrists so tight together, I could feel my bones touching, continued touching me between my legs, then to my boobs, and tried kissing me and kissing my neck. I kept pulling at my arms, kicking my legs, and screaming at him to please stop. I tried so hard to hold the tears in. He took complete advantage of me and I was not going to let him see me cry. He kept at it for a good 5 minutes until I finally got my right hand free. I slapped him in the face, &pushed him off. He back handed me across my jaw so hard I fell to the floor. When I seen him getting up off the bed from the corner of my eye, I ran out of his room, through his house, and out to my car as fast as I could. The whole time I was running out, he was laughing so hard. I cried the worst I've ever cried on the way to Sarah's and pulled over in the neighborhood for 10 minutes to calm down so she wouldn't see me upset.

The first 4 or 5 days, I cried every moment I was alone. I cry so bad that my whole body is in pain. But I'm strong enough to get past this.

I've chosen not to bring the police in it because it would painful hassel. He left no mark, no traces at all, no one was home, no one heard and there is no proof. I won't continue to re-live it. This is the last time I am describing this. I am strong and I will get past this. He will not scar me and he will not damage me. What I went through was a tradgedy but a tradgedy I will heal from.