#MeToo Story Number 8 - By Anon
Nineteen, brace yourself this is a big one… I came home, I was visiting family and my best friends. I just bought a brand new outfit, we were going to a ranch party after all. Cute, girl you got this! A black pencil skirt, a cute corset, black vans (cause the punk girl in you was still there, you were just a baby), and a black cardigan because it was a cold night and you hated your arms. Trash can punch? Sure I’ll try it—oh it’s actually pretty good, has one red solo cup. “Hey Steph, can you get me some more punch?” I place my second cup down- it’ll be okay it’s for a quick second, no one will do anything there are cups everywhere. Why am I so drunk? I only had 2 cups. Jake walks up to you, oh no not jake the ex you were so madly in love with, he asks, “How are you?” with those dimples you can’t get over- what he has a bottle?, no you’re too drunk, but there no way you only had two. He offers you a shot, you take it, why not? You’re not drunk there’s no way… what seemed to be minutes later. “Steph, Steph, are you okay, it’s me jim?” I’m crying, I’m on the hood of a car I can’t remember it’s faint. I hear from a distance “get eve- that’s her best friend” Me telling myself get up you’re fine but I knew deep down I wasn’t fine. Eve comes, “guys help me- pick up her top, pull down her skirt, why is her thong to her ankles help me get them on her. Who did this to her? Why is her face scratched up? Wasn’t she with josh? Where is he?” My cardigan gone, shoes missing, cellphone forget it---- eve tells me “I’m so sorry, I’m taking you home you’re okay now”. It continues to be a blurr, I’m home now, eve wakes my sisters up, my mom, they tell her “she’s okay we’ll watch her now thank you”. I’m violated, I’m checked it doesn’t look like she was raped maybe touched but not raped (my sister’s words). I go to sleep, wake up what happened? Oh you just got too drunk at a party, Eve texts me explains what happened how they found me and who found me. I’m in denial I’m fine no biggy I was too drunk, I leave back to San Antonio I’m fine- I tell my friend Katie, she takes me to the hospital, tells me this isn’t normal and requests a rape kit. I panic I didn’t want to know I told her I couldn’t I just couldn’t. She understands we leave. The dreams start to come, it’s that night all over again, I lost jake where did he go? I’m looking for him he said he would watch me, I’m looking saying I love him, a black car a guy telling me I’ll help you I know him. Get in back its cold we’ll wait here for a bit. I get in –stupid Steph whyyy. What are you doing please get off of me, again I froze, tears running down my face in that black car that stupid black car. Holding my mouth so I can’t scream, but I couldn’t scream, I’m frozen. I wake up. The same dream, it never changes till this day I’m haunted.