The night of the party was the first time I met Jimmy. He was throwing a party that night because his parents were out of town. I was introduced to Jimmy and he seemed really nice. The party was great, and before I knew it people were leaving and it was late. I couldn’t find my friends anywhere. Jimmy offered to give me a ride home if I helped him clean up, and since I didn’t know anyone else, I agreed.
Jimmy was more interested in asking me questions than he was about cleaning up. I told him I needed to get home. Jimmy sat down on the couch and told me to sit by him and relax. When he started to kiss me, I pulled away. I wasn’t expecting that at all. He started saying that he knew why I stayed and everyone else knew, too. I got scared, and he could tell. He told me we didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to do.
Jimmy started kissing me again, and pushed me down on the couch. I told him to stop and to take me home. I started screaming and kicking at him. He looked down at me and said, “You know you want it.” I started crying and finally gave up fighting him. He was bigger and stronger…and there was nothing I could do to stop him. Jimmy forced me to have sex with him.
I didn’t say anything as he drove me home. I felt like throwing up. When we got to my house, he asked for my phone number. I just ran inside. How will I ever be able to explain what happened?