It was the summer after my freshman year of high school. I was going to be a sophomore, he a freshman in college. We’d been dating a few weeks before it happened.
It happened so suddenly. I had no time to react. Before I knew it he was in me. No permission, nothing. He had me on the ground, held me down, pinned me. Couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. He was like a block of lead, weighing me down. And when I tried to push him away he just went harder, and faster. And when it was over, all that was left was the hurt, and the fear it would happen again. He told me that he should get me home, and we left. He took me home. I said nothing, nor did he. But when we got to my house, and he leaned over for a kiss, I couldn’t move. The words escaped my lips, the air from my lungs. I felt asphyxiated, and trapped. So I leapt from the car and bounded for the safety of my home.