Yay, you came back. Apparently a person's pain and suffering is amusing to you in some way. Sickos.
My first story is dated April 20, 2010. Three days after my sixteenth birthday.
I'll just assume that everyone knows about Freddie's painfully obvious crush on my supposed 'BFF'. If not, I'll just say, its creepy. He's been persuing her for over seven years now, watching her in admiration, buying her pretty, pretty presents, complimenting her, comforting her, loving her. It's pathetic, he swears its not that big of a deal. I beg to differ.
Anyway, I've always wanted someone to love me, you know, like that.
My eagerness for affection backfired and Freddie's 'lust' overflowed.
I was raped. It wasn't a vicious rape, and for the longest time I was either in denial or just didn't believe that I was raped, like, at all. You'd never think that Freddie would be capable of something so vile, but he did it.
I'm gonna say that it was the most devestating time of my life even though that's a complete lie. Sure, I cried. Yeah, I felt used...and now its sounding a lot worse than it actually was. Hm.
He treated me like I was just any other girl that he wanted to bang. He called me pretty, acted really nice, and persuaded me into his bedroom. I didn't want it, I didn't ask for it, it was a painful experience. In someways, I know it wasn't my fault, but I still feel guilty.
This is depressing.
I'll keep it short. See you next confession.