My brother had arrived with his nerd friends. I couldn't stand him anymore, he was disgusting just like his friends and he was considered popular. One of his friends was new and he didn't seem to understand that my brother and I had agreed to rub shoulders with me and his social group as little as possible. He asked me for a glass of water... He was in the bathroom, I knocked and he opened the door. He asked for help and I accepted innocently. He had closed the door behind him, I wasn't too worried. He had controlled my wrists and leaned against the sink. I had felt it harden, it was so unpleasant. He tried to kiss me and grabbed my head to force me to kiss him back. He had taken off his pants and mine, I had tried to scream, but I was helpless through the situation. He was stronger. The sound had gone up to its maximum in the house and everyone was in the swimming pool outside. I had emerged from this experience as a zombie. Lifeless, like a robot. Still to this day, my body has been marked by this violence. My lawyers at that time had denied the assault, however flagrant. Il n'y avait Plus rien.
