Kerri said just to write down how I feel. What happened. So that’s what I’m going to do.

I sort of knew him, I guess. I mean, he’d been a friend of the family since before I was born. I liked him well enough, so when he asked me to homecoming, I thought it was sweet. And it wasn’t like anyone else was going to ask me.

I was really excited about that dance. I got a dress, new shoes, I spent an hour on my hair. Somehow, I managed to fool myself into thinking he actually liked me.

The dance was great. He was such a good dancer; I felt like I was floating around the dance floor with him. And afterwards, he kissed me, long and sweet. I thought stupidly that maybe I had a boyfriend.

I was so stupid. If only I hadn’t gone with him after the dance…If only I would have known. I didn’t start to fight till he started to undress me, but he wouldn’t stop until he hurt me so bad I was screaming. I hate him! I hate him! Why did he have to do that to me? I should have known, though. Sometimes, I think it’s my fault.