As a teenager I thought maybe it's not every guy maybe it's just my dad. I didn't know that some guys were worse.
This brings us to my first boyfriend, James. I was fifteen of course I believed that love a real thing. James showed me how wrong I was. We had been dating for six months and were taking things slow. I was a bit nervous with well, everything because it was my first time for everything. He was my first boyfriend, first love, first kiss. He was also the first guy to take advantage of me.
We had gone to a party, I didn't know anyone there really they were James' friends. I was never given the warning of always make your own dink and don't let anyone else touch it. He'd asked if I wanted a drink and I'd accepted.
What he gave me was more than just a drink, it was drugged. Half an hour later and I could hardly walk, I guess him and his friends thought it would be funny to take me into the basement. They thought it would be funny to take turns. They thought nothing bad would happen to them, they'd just have their fun at my expense.
Then the drugs started to wear off, I started to fight back. I started to scream, so they shut me up. They figured a hit in the head would knock me out for a few hours.
They didn't expect it to kill me.
Now it's my turn to kill them
