It was August of 2010. I had just turned thirteen in June. I was spending time with my cousin and uncle in Wilmington, North Carolina; I stayed there for about a week. On my third or fourth day, a friend of my cousin came over to play Xbox. While he was there, he charmed me into giving him my number (he was cute, sweet, and taller than I was; it seemed like we had a nice little thing going on). We texted a lot and he came over the next day.
My uncle made the mistake of letting him spend the night that night.
After my cousin fell asleep, the guy came in and talked to me about very personal stuff. I don’t mean he started sex talk, he sat down and we talked for hours about my life and his. He told me I was beautiful, but I didn’t believe it; I never believe that kind of stuff. We talked until the sun rose.
That’s when I got really tired and started to doze off, and he asked if he could finger me. I said, “… What? No. I don’t want that.” He eventually just did it. I just laid there… What was I to do? You can’t scream, you can’t fight back. You just shut your eyes and hope it’ll be over soon.
I know that this situation wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been; all he did was finger me. But it was against my will, which is what makes it so bad. I’m not sure that it counts, but it’s still a haunting thing.
Thanks for listening.