I was 13 when it first started, and he talked me into sending pictures of myself even though I didn't want to. He forced me to play with myself in the bath, telling me I was worthless, and it would make me feel better. I still have scars from that night, after he went to bed, I tore open my skin with a rusty blade. On my 14th birthday, I tried to hang myself in the buses. It didn't work. Obviously. I wanted to escape, the worst part was he was my best friend's boyfriend, and when she found out, she called me a slut.

After I came home, around October 1st, he invited me over to play Minecraft. After I got there, we sat on his couch. It smelt like an older person's home. His brothers were playing in their room, and he turned on his Xbox, I was watching the video he put on when he grabbed me and kissed me. I didn't know what to do. I kissed back but quickly realized I did not want to. I said no over and over, and he never listened. I don't remember how we got on the other couch, but he put his hand up my shirt and said I felt good. I had two sports bras on, and he was dominant. He tried to put his hand in my pants, but my extra tight skinny jeans stopped him. I managed to yell stop and got up. I quickly put my shoes on, and he was looking at me, I ran out with my skateboard crying and crying I called my stepdad lee to pick me up, and that night I showered and showered, and I could not get him off me. He stained my skin with his hands and lips. I'll never forget how I felt.