Sara’s Story: Best Friends ?

I have changed the names in this story so I am able to type out exactly as I felt without hurting anyone.

My name is Sara. I am now 22 years old. When I was 14 years old I had a best friend I had met when I was 13, his name was Derrick. I trusted him with my entire life, he knew all the struggles and troubles I went through growing up. On Christmas Day we hung out and he tried kissing me. I told him I wasn’t interested in that kind of relationship. Everything was fine, and it was getting late so I had decided to just stay over. His parents were home, and his brother shared a room with him. Everything felt perfectly fine. At 2:30 am I woke up, confused but did not move. My pants and underwear were around my ankles, and I could feel his erection between my legs as he tried to thrust into me. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t understand what was happening, his brother was asleep right there. The door open and his parents in the next room. I was scared, still, and kept my eyes closed. I pretended to be asleep, and tried to pull my pants up, he wouldn’t let me. I continued to try and move away. Eventually he got mad. He got up and walked away. As soon as he left the room. I got dressed and go my things. He came out of the bathroom, he looked at me as I had tears in my eyes. He said “what’s wrong, are you okay?” I was silent, I simply said I want to go home. By this time it was 3:30 am. He wasn’t going to let me leave; I told him my mom was outside. I lied. I walked to the closest coffee shop, relentlessly calling my mom. I sat down, she finally answered I cried. Please just come get me. She said no I can’t. I cried harder, and she finally came.