It was the end of my 8th grade year and my parents were fighting due to my step mom cheating on my father. It got so bad that they asked me to leave the house for a few hours. I had walked to the bayou next to our neighborhood to clear my head. This friend of mine at the time was in the 9th grade and was a good looking guy but I always considered him just as a friend due to his best friend and I were interested in each other. He saw me walking on the way to the bayou and followed me there. I explained what was going on and started to crying. He hugged me and told me it would be okay when he then held both of my hands behind my back and put his hands in my pants. I told him no and he didn't listen. I was in shock. He then went to lay me down on the ground and was trying to pull off my pants when I started to scream due to he had placed me in a bed of fire ants. He lifted me up, brushed me off, and left. I was so numb,scared, and didn't know what to think. I knew I wasn't suppose to be in the bayou by myself or my parents would get mad so I did blame myself for the longest time. As I was walking back home, I decided to go to my best friends house at the time and talk to her. She and my other best friend were there and I had explain what had just happened and my feelings on the matter. Let's call her Sam, had a huge crush on this guy and seemed very quiet as I was explaining everything. The next day she had gone and told the whole school and tried to fight me in front of everyone because she said I was lying and she knew what it was liked to be raped because she was raped by her dad. I told a teacher I was close with and he helped with having the fight go a way but there school took the guys name down and nothing happened. A week later I was staying at a friends house when that guy showed up wanting to talk to me. He wouldn't go a way and my friends who's house I was at told me just to talk to him and see what he wants. Well he was trying to tell me he was sorry and wasn't thinking and he didn't want anyone else to know because he hated lying to people that he didn't do it. I told him so you realize you sexually assaulted me and maybe were about to rape me? He said yeah because he thought I was cute and he was horny! I started to scream get a way from me as he tried to place his hand against my face. People came over and asked what was going on and he said nothing but I literally explained he admitted to what h had done. People had asked him to leave but nothing ever happened. High school came around and people would tell me you're probably a lesbian now because you were raped or tell me I was dirty or just told me I was a liar. When 2 years went by I finally went to tell my step mom first thinking she could help me break the news to my dad but when I told her I had something bad to tell her, the first thing she thought was I was pregnant. I explained what happened and all she told me was I'm sorry that happened and that was that. I'm 23 now and have gone through a lot of therapy due to that and a lot of other things..