I have a beautiful girlfriend. She would never hurt a fly. At least, she wouldn’t have until he tried to fuck her. This was before we met. She was about 14, her mom wasn’t home. He threw his 180lb body on top of her 90lb innocence. She tried to resist, which only fueled his want for her body. In her struggle, he broke her wrist in 3 places. She called the cops, only to drop charges. A few years ago, approximately 2 years ago, I had a best friend who I told everything to. I put my trust into. One day, one random day out of the fucking year, my girlfriend and I hung out at his house just to watch tv and what-not. I’ll throw in that their families are close. Anyways, I had just left and she had fallen asleep at his house. The next thing I know, she’s calling me. My best friend, the one guy I ever trusted, had raped her. She forced me to keep quiet about, yet here I am. Blogging about it.
It eats at me. I can only imagine how she feels.
4 comments
You chose to keep quiet about it. You can choose to no longer do so.
I calll bullshit on that. I cant believe that a situtation as fucked up as that could posibly exist. Besides if someone hurt my woman I would fuck them up.
Why would I bullshit about something like that? There’s nothing I could possibly do. I’m not a man.
Thats really troubling… I don’t think anyone should be quiet about it..