I wanted to feel protected.

When I was 15 I was raped.

It didn’t go how I imagined it would, afterwards. I expected my mom to cry. I expected my dad to try and find my rapist so he can kill him. You know, the things that parents would do for their children when something bad would happen to them in movies. Stuff like that...

But it didn’t go that way. I had to write a police report. I had no idea why but the police officer was threatening me. He was telling me that I wasn’t raped unless I had a gun pointed to my head. He told me to stop lying. Why would I be lying? He was telling me if I didn’t stop lying he’s going to put my in jail. My mom stared as he yelled at me. It sounds bad but can you please feel sorry for me mom? I was hurt and you’re not even saying anything. Your mouth is not even moving. Why? My heart hurts. I hate it. I hate how you didn’t say anything. I hate how you didn’t care. I wanted you to hug me and tell me that everythings okay. But you didn’t. And I went back to the temporary home i stayed in.

Where the night I was raped the staff demanded I throw my laundry in the washer. Where when I woke up I wasn’t allowed to speak to my peers. Where I had to do every other clients chores. Why was I being punished for getting raped? Why?

I hate how my dad was no where in sight. I wanted to feel protected.....

I wanted to feel protected.

When I was 15 I was raped.

It didn’t go how I imagine it would, afterwards.