confessions for my mother and father

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The second time I got sexually assaulted in some way, I was fifteen. I went to a nightclub with one of my best friends at the time, yes we were both underage and illegally went in, but that is besides the point. I was wearing my black dress, the one from urban, and my friend was wearing jeans and a top.
I got grabbed from behind, he covered my mouth with one hand, keeping me in a sort of restraining hold, whilst feeling me up with the other. His mate also grabbed my friend whilst it was happening, just so he could take fully advantage of me.
I can't remember what he looked like, it was dark and I was scared. I just remember him firstly grabbing my body, grabbing my breasts and then bringing his hand down to touch my genitals. And he did just that, he groped and assaulted me, and I felt so hopeless as I was struggling and trying to break out of his grasp. I managed to elbow him and grab my friend and run outside. That is the only memory I have from that night, it's strange how some things just stink in the back of your mind you know.