I was 18, I had just broken up with my boyfriend and kinda liked this guy who I had been with before. We were at a bar, I was heart broken and drunk, desperately wanting someone to like me and someone to be there for me in any way. So I made a pass at this guy but he didn’t want me so he kinda forced me to his friend. All I can remember is him touching me and telling me dirty things which I know I didn’t like but didn’t do anything to stop him. I don’t know if I wanted him.
Next thing I know we were at a house with two of his friends who left for as long as we were having sex. I remember the feeling of wanting to stop but I was too drunk and afraid to (I thought that he would hate me or throw me out of the apartment). As soon as this was over his friends came over (which means they were either outside the front door or in another room) and they kept making fun of me for different reasons. He then led me to the front door, in a neighbourhood I’d never been to before and he didn’t even give me directions. That was when I called a friend, crying because I never wanted to have sex with him in the first place. I was alone and scared, felt dirty, used and abused. I told some of my friends, some of them said that I wanted it so I can’t be complaining. But it felt so wrong.
This was the last time I ever got drunk without having any friends with me. I know that something worse could have happened to me so I try to be careful and sober. I shouldn’t have been made to act like this though.