Not Home

Warning may trigger some unwanted memories. Take caution reading.

That night was a blur. I remember Darren said we were going home, but we never did. I remember him and some of his friends taking me to a small room. I remember he kissed me, then laid me on the bed. That's when I knew, I wasn't safe with him. I tried to get up but I couldn't, I was too drunk. Darren pushed me against the bed so I couldn't move. I remember him taking off my clothes, even though I begged him not too. That's when all my nightmares started.

"No, stop. Please don't do this Darren." I begged.

"Shhh, calm down. Trust me your ok, this will be the best experience of your life," he said.

"No, I don't want this," I said.

"Just relax, I promise to make you feel good," he said.

"Please don't ruin our friendship by doing this. I begged.

Though no matter how much I begged he didn't stop. The man I thought was my best friend, had hurt me. This would leave several scars later, some seen and some unseen. Though the scar that never faded was the one where I lost my best friend. I wish I could say I hate him, but the sad truth is I don't. Some of you might be thinking I deserved this, but I didn't. The next morning I woke up in a strange place. I realized later I was at Tyler's house, but what scared me the most is I remembered what Darren had done that night. I run back to my house and cried on my pillow. Why had he done it I thought. When I confronted Darren about it, he lied and said I asked for it. When I told my best girl-friend Lily, she called me a liar and said, Darren would never do such a thing. That's where the rumors began.