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I could feel the blood pooling in my mouth as I lay, half conscious in the alley, trying to figure out what had just happened. You couldn't really call it rape, I mean, I had wanted it…at first. I tried telling him to stop, and when that didn't work I'd even tried hitting him, kicking him anything. But nothing worked. He was bigger and stronger, and he wanted sex…bad.

I'd heard stories from some of the girls at school, and apparently rape happened every day. I just never thought it would happen to me. At least not with him. It's funny the way that works; you see things, you hear stories constantly about people being jumped, raped, murdered, beaten by their parents. But you never think it'll get to you. You feel as if you're somehow impervious to bad things, until it happens. You see a Corvair trailing you, or that 'great' guy goes too far someone's finger slips on the trigger or you come home just a little too late from a party, and WHAM! Your whole perspective changes.

I didn't have parents that beat me, or any known enemies that would want to shoot me. I was part of the Curtis outfit, and was no slouch in a fight, so the socs usually left me alone, but somehow I'd completely overlooked rape. Like I said, I never thought it'd happen to me. It probably wouldn't have if I hadn't been so damn scared. You know how it is, you want to run, you should be running, screaming, anything to get away, but you can't. You can't move or even think or feel anything except fear and pain.

That's how I got when I was scared, and my damn pride was too big for me to run. Every time I even think about it, running that is, I hear Dally's voice in my head. Greasers don't run. Greasers don't get scared. I was determined to look tough in front of the guys even though I didn't really have to. They knew I was tough, they just didn't want me getting hurt, and I could understand that, but I tried anyway.

And just look where it got me. I was lying half naked in a wet smelly alley, with blood running down the side of my face from my nose, staining my blonde hair. Every muscle in my body ached, guess I was fighting harder than I thought. I couldn't think straight, and was for some reason blaming everyone under the sun for this, except the guy that had actually done it to me. I'm sorry, but do you know how hard it is to blame the person you love for something so disgusting?

That's right, I was in love with the guy that raped me. With the guy that took my virginity, and ripped it to shreds. It wasn't like a spur of the moment thing, I'd been dating Brian for eleven months before that night. He was a great guy if you look past the whole 'raped his girlfriend in an alley' thing. Captain of the basketball team, honor roll student, and he was headed for Oklahoma University the next week. That's why we were at the party in the first place, because he wanted to spend time with me before he left. I never thought it would come to this though, never to this. And the only thing I could think of, was how pissed I was that I had stained my new jeans.

Ah the thought processes of the young and violated.