I pulled my pants on, sucking my stomach in slightly to button them. They were slightly too tight, but I'm working on it. I turned my head around as far as I could, trying to discern how my butt looked in these pants. I knew they looked good. That was the first place he touched.
Meeting up with my boyfriend for his birthday, he playfully grabbed me, pulling me tight to him. In his playful roughness, he bit at my neck and rubbed my sides vigorously. I pushed him away, my heart pounding in remembrance. "No, no, stop..." I adjusted my shirt, a tingling sensation crossing my chest where I had been touched me the weekend before.
At the party, I drank too much. Memories came back. I sunk to the ground, remembering the feeling I had when he had given me the drink -- remembering how I was put on my knees in front of him. I told them what had happened. My phone was taken from my pocket, the number given to another friend. I buried my face in my hands and shook, partially from the effects of the alcohol, but mostly for fear as my friend called my molester.
Listening to my friend, and the words he spoke, only further reminded me of the incident. On my knees, my face buried in his couch, he had told me things. It was my fault. I had asked for it. I'd done enough tonight. Leave. I'm so young. Just leave. Forget it happened.
I have not heard from him, as I feared I would have after such a threatening phone call as my friend delivered. I know that I will see my molester again. When I do, I don't know how I will react. I don't know when I will tell the proper authorities, or if I will even dare to approach our mutual boss with the story. For now, I know my friends will fight for my honor. I know it was not my fault.
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Oh, sweetie. I wish I could hug you. Really. I wish I had comforting words, and something to take away this pain.
I know that you're not asking for advice--but I'm going to give it. You need to speak out. You need to tell you boss. You need to take a stand, for yourself--and for other people. If someone does this once, they'll do it again. And you didn't deserve this to happen to you.
((((HUGS))))
Tell the boss.
My cousin was...molested and raped once.
A couple of friends of mine took care of him. Then she pressed charges.
This is a big deal and not a joke. Definitely tell the proper authorities.
I just want you to know that my best friend was in a very similar situation recently, and she let it slide. The guy got away with it until one day we were talking about it and I read her the poem "First they came" and she realized that she had to stand up for not only herself, but for other girls, too.
I can't imagine how hard this is, I've only experienced it second hand. But I do know that if you're writing about it here, you're strong, maybe even stronger than you think. And you have our support.
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@Blue__Summer - Thank you... I have to say that right now, he's really scared. He knows my friends are on to him, and he doesn't know who knows anything so he's very friendly and uncharacteristic at work. It makes it easier on me to watch him squirm like this...
@AilinCorazon - I've asked around, and unfortunately according to policy they won't do anything to him because it didn't happen at work. We've had problems with these residents before, and nothing can be done about it.
@CanadianReflection - Thank you. :) I do feel stronger about it. I've gotten over the bad thoughts he put in my mind about myself, and while I still feel disgusting, I'm not going to wallow in it. It's over now, and I can only hope it never happens to either of my younger sisters. That's why I'm trying to speak up about it, like you said... if not for myself, for others.
you've got great friends, you know. don't go easy on that guy.
ryc: well, you'd be surprised. i've actually met a couple. crazy, i know, because raspberry lemonade is good for all. but you know... some people can't get with the program.