u/Per_Seph_O_Ne

It was one of my best friends. I’d had a crush on him so at first, I was excited when we started kissing. But then he started to go too far. He started removing clothing and touching me in places I wasn’t comfortable with.

I asked him to stop and he slapped me across the face. That’s when I was the most confused. He started to ask me to ask for things. He first told me to put my hands above my head so he could play with my breasts. I refused and he punched me in both breasts. So I listened and did what he said. I was crying the whole time.

He asked me to ask him for fingers. I couldn’t do it. It was dirty and I had never done anything like that before. So he punched me in the stomach. I asked.

He asked me to ask for more fingers until his entire fist was inside of me. Before this, I was a virgin. After this, I needed vaginal stitches at the hospital.

The worst part is when I had my rape kit done, it wasn’t by a female nurse. It was by a middle-aged male cop. He asked me to take clothing off so he could take pictures of the bruises.

To this day, I don’t remember much about the rape, but I do remember the cop taking pictures of my breasts and my vagina. For whatever reason, it triggered something inside of me and every once in a while, I can’t help but wonder what he was thinking. And it’s crazy to me that in a police station somewhere where those photos exist.