K’s Story: It’s just not fair.

It’s been 3 years since I was raped and I remember it like it was yesterday. I am still plagued by those images every night.

I had gotten off work one night and my friend texted me asking me if I wanted to come over to her house. I agreed since it was Friday night and was off the next day.

When I got to her house, I knocked at her door and her older brother answered the door. He was drunk. He invited me to come inside but I declined because of the state he was in and it was clear that my friend wasn’t home. As I was leaving, he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me inside. I struggled under his grip but he was just too strong. I yelled at him to stop. He dragged me into his room then threw me onto his bed and got on top of me. I pushed and hit him but it was no use, he was stronger. I kept screaming ‘No’ and ‘Stop’ but he didn’t. He went on to cover my mouth with his left hand. I was wearing a skirt so he found is easy to remove my underwear with his free hand. He unzipped his pants and proceeded to repeatedly rape me. I kept pushing and hitting him but it was no use. He just kept going and going and going. My muffled ‘No’s’ and ‘Stop’ did nothing. When he was done, he whispered in my ear. ‘I finally had you,’ then kissed me on the cheek.

It’s been 3 years and I still see his face every time I close my eyes. I still feel his drunken breath on me. I just don’t think it’s fair that he gets to live his life like nothing happened while mine will never be the same. It’s just not fair.