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by Ashleah Stimer 417 words (3 minutes) I remember that night very well and you expect me to just get over. To make it all okay because you cant help me, you cant even understand the pain I went through. Its been three years and I thought the pain would go away or at least fade a little. And you come in here and see me crying and Im supposed to get over it. Let me tell you about that night, I was a girl of eleven. I was going through a lot, a new step dad, started smoking, watched my mom get beat up a couple of times, that was the same year I lost my virginity. And I guess thats where I should start. I used to swear I wouldnt lose my virginity until I was married, well I was father less, my grandfather died when I was five, I felt totally betrayed by men and the neighbor boy showed interest in me so I felt special so I lost my virginity to him well after I did I wasnt special anymore I just the girl he scored. I felt like a real slut but I got over it. I wasnt a virgin. But I picked up the pieces and moved on.Then it was a little after Christmas and I went over to my aunts house and her boyfriend was there. He was really cool and he was really nice to me. I trusted him. Well I was up real late and everyone was sleeping well anyways I mustve woke him up and he came out and we were talking. And then he asked me to have sex with him. I didnt really know what to say, I wanted to say no but it kind of scared me. I finally found my voice and I told him I didnt want to and he asked me why not. And I told him that it wasnt right and he just wouldnt take no for an answer and by now he was sitting next to me and he got on top of me. He then took of my clothes and I dont know why I didnt scream I guess I couldnt. Then I went numb all I could fell was him on top of me. I couldnt stop it, I couldnt fight, I was powerless. I didnt say anything for two weeks I felt so guilty. But you know what? This wasnt my fault and Im not going to just get over it.
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