I was raped.

I was raped about two days before Christmas break in a stairwell that no one knows about. I was forced to touch and suck on a guys dick that I thought was my friend. The person was much too strong for me and I couldn't get out from under them. This person violated me in way I didn't think was possible until that moment just when I thought it couldn't get worst they moved me against a wall and tried to fuck me. Like some angel my phone rang and thank God it was my mom asking if I was ready to be picked up. I had never told someone I had to leave faster. Now of course the next logical thing to do would be to tell your mom right? Well when I got to the car my dad was in there. Telling mom is one thing saying that in front of my dad, that humiliating. So I pushed everything down I forgot about it all, I didn't talk about it till my mom found the messages on my laptop of this person apologizing to me. When my mom confronted me about it she didn't believe that I was raped until I told her everything. She kept saying I want some of it. I liked some of it. When I told her the whole story I made her promise she wouldn't bring it up again. She said she wouldn't talk about again. But she did just this morning she asked me how I could be telling the truth. I don't really know what I typed all of this out. And I'm not sure what the point is, but that's all.