I am 16 years old and a junior in highschool. At the beginning of this summer I began dating an old friend of mine that I hadn't talked to in a while. We had only been dating for a few weeks when my friend and I went over to his house just to hang out. I had to go take her home around two that afternoon. When "Tony" and I went back to his house we watched TV. The family was redoing their floors throughout the house, so we went to his parnets room where it was more comfortable. We started making out on his parnets bed and he started to undo his pants. The first time I said no he stopped undoing his pants, but he stayed on top of me pushing all of his weight on my body. The second time I said no, over and over he didn't listen. When he was done he got up and I left. I called my best friend balling, but when I got to her house I wasn't able to tell her what had happened. For about a month and a half I didn't say anything, until something made me remember what had happened. Since then, I have been able to tell my close friends and get into counsling at school. My counsler also gave me the courage to tell my mom which I am glad I did. "Tony" has since bragged about what he has done to me, but now he denies everything because people know the truth and he has almost gotten his ass beaten. I still hurt inside. Another thing that hurts, is that it is suspected that I was sexually abused as a little girl. The rape has brought up memories and emotions of what happened when I was little.
