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My sophomore year, Nate died.
He was in way deeper than I was. He was two years older than me, but he got held back in third and fifth grade. He started smoking cigarettes at the age of nine. He was not brought up in the best household, and had no one to truly look up to.
The people he did look up to were drug addicts, who still lived in the basements of their parents home.
Then at the age of eleven he started to smoke weed on top of smoking cigarettes. He claimed he needed the nicotine to function, and the weed helped him feel okay. I don't know how his young body pushed and lasted through that but I applaud.
Then at twelve, he met his group of friends. He pulled them in with him. Seeming as if that was the only thing he knew how to do.
Pull people in.
I honestly think he was hurt, and in pain. His funeral was just five days after his death. Not many people showed up.
The funeral consisted of his two grandmothers, his grandfather, and our group of friends. To say the least it was awkward.
I don't think I've ever seen his parents. For all I know they could be dead as well.
After his death, we all went to our spot. The abandoned house. We were reminiscing of the times we had with Nate. And throughout our time reminiscing some of his dark secrets were spilled. One of them including me.
"What do you mean he raped me? No he didn't, I would've remembered if he did." I passed the blunt onto Vivian, who took a few puffs of the blunt before passing it along.
"You don't believe us?" The boys all laughed before one of them pulled out his phone. "Come see for yourself."
I leaned closer into the circle we had formed, girls on one side and the boys on the other.
As the video started you could see my body on full display. My shirt was removed and my bra was raised above my chest.
Nate grabbed and squeezed at my boobs before slapping each one. Emitting a loud smack sound. My pants were already off, and at the bottom of the screen you could see his member springing to life. He rubbed circles around my clit before slapping it a few times. It turning a shade of red.
Next thing you know, my body was being pounded into, and loud grunts were the only sound filling the room.
"You guys are so fucked up! Why wouldn't you tell anyone? Why would you keep some shit like that, you fucking assholes!" Giovanni yelled as she pulled my numb body into her chest. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the video, even after it was over.
I blocked everything out. Everyone being ripped from the high, for once feeling sober. All I wanted to do was get high and forget. As Giovanni held me tight, I had no intentions of not getting fucked up on my own.
