Most people would say It matter. I need to go back and start from the beginning. My boyfriend, Brad and I were invited to one of the biggest parties yet. The hostt that good friends with him, but we would talk if we saw each other. Now, you have to understand, this wasnt seem like I knew my limit. I didns house where the party really got started. Loud music echoed throughout the house. You could barely hear the person talking right in front of you. We made our way into the living room where we were dancing. We were practically all over each other. There were many empty rooms in the house where couples seemed to disappear to. We all knew what kind of party it really was. Brad told me he wanted to take the party upstairs to one of the empty rooms. I told him I needed to go get another drink first. He said he would meet me in one of the rooms after he used the restroom. On my way to get another drink, I ran into my friend Marcus from school. He was my best guy friend ever since kindergarten. We talked briefly. I finally made my way into the kitchen when I ran into some guy. He offered me a drink and I gladly accepted it. I took a sip and made my way through the crowd to the stairs. Once I reached the stairs, I began to stumble up them. I made it to the top and knocked on doors until I came to one that was empty. I chugged the rest of my drink and threw myself onto the bed. I didnt put my finger on it. As I lay, waiting in the bed for Brad to come up, I felt my eyes getting heavy. I heard the door open and it had to be Brad. He closed the door behind him and made his way over to me. He began caressing my hair. He slowly began to take his clothes off, and then mine. We began having sex, but I fell asleep. I dont in the same room as the night before. It was someone elset Brad. I, I didnt on. I got up and looked all around for my clothes, but couldnt know what to do, so I just stayed silent. He began slapping me around and said he knew I liked it rough. Then, before I knew it, I was being raped. The strange thing is It even believe myself. I broke up with Brad and continued this love affair with someone whose name I didnt find love if that happened to them, but mes mainly all we did. I still had school though. It was only spring break. I was a senior, so I only had a few more weeks and then I was done with that place. I returned to school and carried on as usual. I finished school and moved in with my rapistmy lover. I was 17 and he was 21 at the time, so it was illegal. Not only was it rape, but it was statutory rape. I tried not to think about that because being happy no matter the circumstances is all that matters right? I didnt really matter. I didnve ever been in. We carried on having sex all day, every day. We began to do other things together too. We were a real couple. We went on trips. He took me to the most amazing places and treated me like no one ever has. I was happy for once in my life. Where I am nowt understand how I can live with this and I donre happy then why the hell should it matter what anyone else thinks?