Fleetwood’s Story: Fame Meant I Had To
I just didn't want him to flip out, and I didn't want to disappoint him, he was my Hero, I didn't consider he was a rapist.
Anonymous Story: My Father? Of All People?! How Could This Happen To Me?!
My Father walked out of my life when I was just 2 years old. No one knew why he left or where he went. I was left to grow up without a father. Luckily for me I had my Grandpa.
A. DuPont’s Story: He was in a boy band
After a little bit of time has passed, his friends pin you down as they lift up your shirt, lift up your bra. They draw a “smiley” face on your breasts and stomach. Your nipples are circled— the eyes, your bellybutton— the nose. And just above your pubic hair—the smile. You wiggle and scream, but they are bigger and stronger than you, not to mention they outnumber you five to one. You cry and they laugh. You feel both embarrassed and ashamed.