Rape-Personal Narrative

I’ve always been a very precautions person. Any situation that seemed even the slightest bit fishy to me I immediately bailed out. But when it came to boys, like any other teenage girl that was fresh in high school they were the only thing on my mind. After being single for seems like forever in my 9th grade year I was sure I’d never find a boyfriend, and then came Jeffrey. Jeffrey was perfect at first, he did everything I wanted and never harmed me in any way until that day. Rape, the definition of rape is unlawful sexual intercourse or any other sexual penetration of the vagina, anus, or mouth of another person, with or without force, by a sex organ, other body part, or foreign object, without the consent of the victim. I was sure it would

But after that terrible Tuesday that shook my entire being and made me into the person I am today I can’t help but hate them. It was a Tuesday in May exactly a week after my 15th birthday. I was on the phone with my new boyfriend like usual because Jeffrey always ordered me to stay on the phone with him basically 24/7. He did this because he wanted to make sure I wasn’t talking to any other guys in my day. It was my last period of the day and Jeffrey and I was having an argument about if I wanted to hang out with him or not. I was tired and cranky so all I wanted to do was go straight home and sleep but for some reason he kept on insisting that I hang out with him so in the end I

“Take me home Jeffrey I’m not in the mood” I said very harshly. But I guess Jeffrey wasn’t having it. All the sudden the opens the door quickly and gets out the door, my heart pounds against my chest as he makes his way over to the passenger side. Without a moment to register what was going on I’m yanked out of my seat by him and pulled to the backseat door. He opens it and violently shoves me in, I yell for him to stop but my words fall on deaf ears as he crawls on top of me and shuts the door and locks it. My breathing becomes erratic as I look into his eyes, what I saw shocked me to my very core. Looking into his eyes were like looking into the eyes of a blood thirsty beast ready to rip me to shreds. I plead with him over and over to just take me home but he covers my mouth and tells me to shut up. He rips my pants and underwear off and tells me it’ll only take a moment and to relax but, how could I? How did he expect me to possibly relax? I get one of my hands free and scratch his chest with all my might in an effort to shock him back into reality but all it did was make him worse. He shoves himself inside me and I scream as loud as my lungs would let me from the pain bursting between my legs. He dips his head down and I can feel his hot ragged breath on my neck he starts to whisper in my ear with a raspy voice but the only thing I could hear were my