I was 15 at the time. I remember the day like no tomorrow. I had just woken up and it was 6 in the afternoon. I was going to babysit for my cousin 3 kids while she goes to the pub and i would get £40 for doing it. It's wasn't that bad all the kids where asleep all I had to do was sit there on my phone and I would get money. I remember thinking how good it was. Any way it got to about 3am and it was Valentine's Day early morning. They had just gotten in. They brought a friend round. I thought I would stay till about 6 because my mum would be asleep and I had no key to get in. So I went sleep on her chair. I remember the guy her boyfriend brings home. He was just there watching me I didn't think anything thing about it. And I woke up to him kissing me with his fingers down there. I tried pushing him off but he was so heavy. I told him no but he carried on. I was a Virgin as well so had no clue really. And I don't really remember much because I've tried my best to forget it all. But I remember him on top of me and how much it hurt. Very time I would cry out he would cover his hand over my mouth so I didn't wake up my cousin. I was in tears. But I didn't know what to do. So went back to sleep on he chair while crying my eyes out. I woke up at about 6:30 in the morning to find everyone was asleep. And he was on the other chair. I got my thing and sright of the house and ran home. I got to my door and It was still locked. So I literally just sat my front door crying my eyes out. Until I seen my sister old friend. He asked me why was I sat outside at 7 in the morning. I just told him I was babysitting and just   Gotten home and I was waiting for my mum to get up. He pulled out a pack of cigs and I asked him could I have one and went to work. About 20 minutes later my mom open the door. And I went straight to the shower I was on their for about an hour and half just crying my eyes out my underwear was full off blood. I just gave up with everything since that night I didn't WANT to live. I started to smoke and drink I didn't care about school anymore. I felt like no one was there for me. I began self harming and I tried talking my life a couple of times over that man. It was about 6 months later. No one knew what happened to me and I was a total mess. But one day I was in the shower. And I found so lumps. I went straight to my doctor. And they told me I had hpv the Warts kind. I broke down and told her everything that happened to me and it only could be this guy because I've only had sex once and he raped me. She called the police and they taken me to the police station and I told them everything. They called my mum to come because I was only 16 at the time and they told her. I remember the look she gave me it broke my heart. They got him.  It was my word against his. But luckily enough he told someone what he did to me. He got done for having sex with a kid or something and rape he's doing 26 years in prison and I hope he dies in their. I would never wish death on any one but him. 15 and he was 25 at the time. I'm 18 and never been with anyone I've never even talked to a guy because that Pice of trash gave me hpv and I don't WANT to give it anyone. So I guess I'm going to be a crazy dog lady 🐶🐶 ( sorry for the spelling mistakes, I was crying while I was writing this. It still hurts)