What's Meant To Be and What's Not

Part 1

Okay so it was Senior year and I was staying with my mama. I had just moved back to town from being in Texas for about two years. Where she stayed at was a very crime friendly neighborhood. The apartments was known for robberies happening every night and someone was killed or hurt every other day. Plus my little brother stayed having different people in and out the house and my mama wasn't the type to really enforce rules. So I always came home from school and stayed in the house. Fast forward to May and my mama was planning a birthday party for my god mama at the house.The night came around and it was fun we had drinks great music, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.

It started off with it only being females so of course I danced and turnt up until my brother came home with his friends. I started chilling with my company after that. Fast forward towards the end of the night I'm drunk as hell like border line can't get up the stairs drunk. I finally make it to my room and get in bed. The party was still going on I can hear laughter and loud music though my bedroom walls but I was so drunk I was gonna sleep though it anyway. I was sleeping good until I felt somebody rubbing my feet and sliding their hands up my leg. ( I'm a hard sleeper so it takes a lot of touching pushing etc to wake me up).

Once I felt something grip my thigh I knew I wasn't tripping. I was still drunk so I didn't have the strength to move and I struggled to open my eyes. Who ever the hell this is touching me starts to rub my breast. I lift my head and start to squint because everything was so blurry I couldn't see who it was. My head was pushed back down and my face was covered with a pillow and then I felt someone on get on top of me. MY HEART RACED I had no physical strength to fight back so I screamed. Someone had to hear me there was no way this was happening. I screamed until I saw the pillow lift from my face and immediately afterwards came the hardest blow to the face ever felt. Next thing I knew I woke up to a quite room.
I could hear my mom on the phone downstairs laughing and I could smell fried pork chops and cornbread. I got out of bed and stumbled to my dresser. My legs hurt so bad and my face aches like hell I got to the dresser and looked into the mirror.Was I dreaming or was I raped ?