Me and my sister never saw him again. A few weeks later, my grandma took me to a therapist so that I could explained what happened in a better sense.
I was in a room that looked much like a interrogation room used for jails. I was super uncomfortable. I sat infront of a a lady with long black hair. I explained what happen and she kept asking questions like "where did he put his mouth on you" after I told her a million times.
I just stopped talking. They took me to a more comfortable room much like a classroom and asked me if I was suicidal or not. From 1-10 I said 6 they then called my grandmother and told her they are going to have to put me in a ambulance and take me to the hospital to see a psychiatrist I think?
Since my grandmother was a nurse she was able to drive me but since I didn't want to go we went home, and went to the hospital the next day. I was so nervous I threw up all over the hospital restroom.
When it was time for me to talk to them they were asking questions like "have you ever thought about how you would kill yourself" I explained to them how I felt and what were my thoughts they understood and I was discharged and was able to go home.
