When I was 16 I was raped by my best friend. He was everything I thought I wanted. He was charming, charismatic, handsome, athletic, etc. When we first kissed it was magical it was like fireworks and static all over my body. I honestly thought that one day I could possibly marry him. We were friends all through high school and junior year we made it official and started dating. We had discussed sexual acts and I had even sent him a few sexy pictures, but I was clear that I wasn’t ready to go all the way. I thought everything was great and happy, until the day he asked if I wanted to skip class. I had never skipped school or class I was such a goodie good girl that it never crossed my mind. Well, he was my boyfriend so I thought it would be okay, I mean I trusted him and thought he’d never put me in harms way. He said we could go to his house and grab lunch and just hang out, he promised not to pressure me and that we didn’t even have to do anything at all. I agreed and we made it to his house. We go to his room and turn on the TV. He starts kissing me and I kiss back a little but then went to pull away, he pulled me back and I thought he was just being flirtatious. When I try to pull away again he squeezes my arm. I tell him he’s hurting me but he just tells me to shut up. I’m taken aback because he’s never talked to me this way. When I tell him to stop and that I want to go back to school he pins me to the bed and holds me down. I’m trying to push him off and at this point I’m crying. Panicking. Begging him to stop, that he doesn’t have to do this. He pushes up my dress... and the deed is done. When he finally gets off of me I put my hand down between my legs and I can feel his semen in me. I walk to the bathroom and throw up. He tells me to stop overreacting. That if I didn’t want it I wouldn’t have come over to this house alone. I cleaned myself up, went back to school, and didn’t talk to anyone the rest of the day. That night I had theater practice and my director could tell I was off. She pulled me aside after to talk to me. I cried to her and told her what happened, the only thing she said before I ran to my car was, “Are you sure you were raped? I think you’re just upset that *boy name here* wasn’t your first.” (She was referring to my ex who is her nephew) Talking to her made me get home a little past curfew. When I got home I was immediately yelled at. I tried telling my parents what had happened to me but they wouldn’t listen. I tried telling my friends and they told me to keep it to myself because people wouldn’t believe that he did it. Honestly I stopped after that. I knew no one would believe me. I kept it all bottled up because in my mind I thought no one would want to be with me after I was damaged. It wasn’t until I started dating my now fiancé that I really opened up about it. I wanted to open up on here because I wanted to warn people it doesn’t have to involve alcohol, date rape drugs, or even strangers. Sometimes, it’s your best friend.