Raped By 15 [True Story]

8. August 2011

 [Names have been changed due to the fact I don't have their consent to give them out.]

[Backstory: by 15, I became kind of a rebel, I lost my love for writing, and everything, and my friends seemed to be the only thing that related properly to me. I was smoking, and doing bad things, I skipped school. And I don't know a lot of stuff. I used to be a pretty bubbly kid, who loved fashion, and music. I could sing, and loved to write my own songs, and after falling, it was the worst mistake in my life not to come out of it, I'm taking the time to share my story, don't judge it, because it's true. And writing it brings back horrible memories, but it's for me. I need this. I’m tired of rebelling]

“I'm going out,” say I, looking at my mother, gripping my bag handle.

“Oh, no you aren't,” she says. "You’re fifth teen years old." She grabs another plate to wash.

“Mom,” I whine, “Conner will be there.”

My dad yells from the living room, “Okay, now it's my problem, mom said no, you can't.”

Dads. . . I think then look back up at mother. "Mom, please. . .” I beg.

“No, sweetheart,” she whispers. “I can't let you go.”

I sigh in annoyance, “Whatever, I'm going.”

“Young lady, no you are not.”

I growl, and stomp from the kitchen, into my room.

I pull out my phone, and text Conner.

Me: They aren't letting me go :(

I wait patiently for a text back, and I got one only 10 minutes later.

Him: aw, why not?

Me: I don't know why, I just hate parent, you know?

Him: Well, I'll pick you up, sweetie. At 12, and then you can ditch.

I bite my lower lip, while reading over the text. I look over at my door, then back at the phone.

Me: Okay, fine.

Him: K, I'll see you in an hour.

I did not like the outfit I was wearing so much now, and I got into something sexier. It became shorts, and a clingy t-shirt. I straitened my hair, and pushed up my bra. I looked much better now, gorgeous in fact.

I sit there in my room for that hour thinking about the party. I wished for the last thirty minutes to be over, but it felt like I was watching paint dry.

Finally, it ends, and Conner pulled up. I crawl out my window, and run down to the car.  He is waiting with his million dollar smile spreading from ear to ear. I get in, and smile at him.

“Thank you,” I say.

“No problem.”

My heart skips a beat, just hearing his voice made me blush. The car ride was long, but finally we got to the party. The music beat the house, you could hear it everywhere. It was a small house, but still looks like everyone is jamming out, and having fun.

He opens his door for me and the simple nice-gesture makes my cheeks burn. Of course I did.  

We make small talk, and he opens the front door for me.  The music drowns all of my hearing, I thought I head Conner say something, but I didn't pick up on it.

“Summer, I think we should go somewhere quieter!” Conner screams.

“You think?” I yell back.