Life Will Never Be The Same

No cops?. *Cassie's perspective*

Hey, my name is Cassie. You're probably wondering how I ended up in that situation. It all started with a party and a lot of drinking as it does in most rape situations. I went with my girlfriends, and we were all having a good time. We were at the beach, and most of us wanted to try skinny dipping because we had never done it before. Because I was a bad influence at the time, I urged my friends to do it with me, and my friends agreed and went while more people followed until the majority of people were naked in the water.

When I was ready to leave the water, I realized I had left my clothing in the water and they were drifting away since I had been too drunk to notice. I was so drunk that when a boy approached me and offered me his jacket, I accepted it and flirted with him, touching on his legs and all that other stuff. Everyone was starting to leave, but neither I nor him were ready. My friend stated they were ready to leave also, and because one of them was my drop, I was about to leave until he begged me to wait," let's talk for a bit, and then I'll drop you home" he said. I reluctantly accepted, and told my friends to continue without me, which they did.

After some time,  he informed me that he wanted me to meet some of his friends. When I inquired why, he said something like, "They were waiting for me so you could just meet them before I take you home." I agreed, and we walked and talked for quite some time before meeting up with them.

We were finally there, but at the moment I started to back away and tried to make a run for it since they were all wearing masks. He took my hand to stop me from running so I screamed for help, but then he whispered a secret into my ears that I was attempting to keep hidden forever. As I stood there shocked, I wondered how he could have known.

He warned me that if I told anyone about me or what will occur here, my secret would become public and my life would be destroyed. As tears streamed down my cheeks, I responded, "OK." He shoved me towards the gathering of boys and walked away. They grabbed my arm and covered my lips. I was then thrown to the ground; there was no need to pull off my clothes because I was only wearing a large jacket.

Before they did anything, it's as if they sought this one guy for permission. He flicked his hands as if encouraging them to begin, and that is exactly what they did. I was able to see the birth mark on his elbow when he flicked his hand since he was close to me at the moment. The males did as they were ordered, they raped me as I wept and begged for help, and afterwards they just departed leaving me broken and defiled.

My first instinct was to call the police, but then I remembered my secret that the guy knew, so I just lied there in pain unable to move, and when I was discovered by someone, I told her not to call the police, so she called her boyfriend instead. They were both very kind to me, and I am truly grateful. Which brings me to this point: I was returning to my mother's house, and I knew she would argue because she called me multiple times and I didn't answer, and I also knew she was worried, so I told her everything was fine, that I was staying at a friend's house and forgot to turn on my phone, and I then apologized as she hugged me and said okay.