Violated...

I am going to warn you now... this will NOT be for the faint of hearts... If you anger easy or are going to put rude comments then don't bother... this is taking a lot for me to do this... Some of you that know me will just be like whatever... but you don't know what happened behind closed doors in my family and life...  you only know what was shown to you and others... everything you are about to read is real and happened to me at 13... The names in the story have been changed to protect my brain...


Imma take you back to when I was 13... Sadly I remember it like it was yesterday...

I was in one of my moods again... It has been 2 years since my mom and dad divorced and I moved in with my dad (big mistake.) My dad and I where fighting like we always where. I was either not playing sports right or I was not like my lil sister who seemed to be able to EVERYTHING right. (Could it be cause she was his blood child and I was not? Gee I wonder...)  Any who he was screaming at me like always and I took off like always. I was getting tired of getting hit or being told I was not good enough, So I started running away (right in front of them!) This time I ended up at a boys house... His name is Beavis (name has been changed.) And I have been going out with him for a lil bit now. Nothing serious just hanging out and talking. I remember going inside his house and his older brother Butt-head (his name was changed) was there watching Spring break on MTV. We sat down and watched it with him. We sang along to most all the songs that was playing. Tho I have to admit we sounded like crap lol.
      Butt-head ended up breaking me us some Kool aid. Not thinking that his brother was a asshole, we drank it. About 10 mins after I drank the Kool aid I started feeling funny. The room seemed to be jumping at me then backing off, then would start spinning super super fast. I went to stand up to go to the bathroom. I told them I felt like I was going to throw up. But Butt-head took my hand and told me to sit on his lap. He then pulled me onto his lap. I felt something hard hit my butt and I tried to jump up and get away but I was way to messed up to move to well. So it ended up looking like i was trying to wiggle out of his arms when I was really trying to fight my way off his lap. After about 30 seconds of trying to fight him it all went black on me.
     Next thing I remember is opening my eye and screaming in pain. Butt-head's hand slammed over my mouth and he told me to shut up. Still messed up and to scared i did as I was told. Until the pain started again. I tried to twist away and tried to scream but he put something in my mouth to muffle it and held my hands over my head so i could not move... The pain I felt was unbearable. I wanted it to end. I tried to beg him to stop but it only came out muffled. He took it as I was enjoying it and started talking nasty. Calling me a dirty whore, a nasty slut. I was in so much pain and the names where hurting just as bad. I started crying and tried to put my mind somewhere else, any where else. But the pain kept me where I was. It seemed that it went on for hours before he was done with his fun. He got off of me and told me to shut up and dress. I tried my best to get dressed but I would barely move. I would barely move my legs or arms. But he yelled at me and told me to hurry up and get dressed before he did it for me. I don't know how I did it but I got my clothes on. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to him. He grabbed my face and put it inches from his. His eyes looked to empty. He told me "Don't you ever speak of this to ANYONE you understand? Don't you ever call for the house looking for my brother again. You are nothing but a used toy!" I noded my head yes that I understood.
    He then pushed me down the stairs to where Beaves was. Who looked at me like I was the plague. It hurt to see him like that. Here I was being violated right above him and he did nothing to stop it. He looked at me like it was all my fault. I was pushed past him and out the door to his truck. He told me to get in and that he was dropping me off away from here. He drove to where my dad lived and pushed me out the truck. I had no choice but to go to the door and knock to be let in. Not what I wanted to do but I did it anyways.
     My dad who had been asleep woke up and let me in. Once the door was closed he Ripped into me like i was nothing but yesterdays trash. Yelling at me about running away from him. Then When I went to tell him what happned he hit me in the face. I knew this was coming but it still hurt and it confused me worse. I looked at him again and went to speak again and he hit the other side of my face. this time i left my head fall so he could not see my tears. If he seen the tears the hits would only get worse. Well even tho he could not see the tears he hit my face 3 more times on each side of the face. Hard enough that i seen white and spots.
   I was hurting so bad and so confused as to why i deserve this. I understand that running away is not a good thing but either is beating your daughter. So I stood where I was letting him finish. When he was done he yelled at me to go to bed. I ran to my room and jumped in bed hurting now all over. I layed there silently crying to scared to go to the bathroom for fear he would hit me some more. This man was my father but yet he treated me no batter then he treats animals. But that was the story of my life it seemed.
    The next morning he started in on me again but I was still hurting and upset. So i got dressed and I ran away again. This time I went to a event that the town next door was having. I walked 3 miles there, while in pain. When I got there people where all over getting face-paint, people where on stage singing or showing off some kind of talent they have to win a prize. I ran into a few friends of mine and just walked with them. None of them seemed to notice I was in pain or not walking very fast. The day tugged on by very slowly.  Finally it was night and I spotted my Uncle Spud. My fav uncle out of all of them. Tho he was drunk most the time I still loved him. I ran to him crying and hugged him. He said it was good to see me, not knowing that I have run away yet again. But this time I started crying and i told him what happened to me. My uncles face turned redder and redder the more I told him. He grabbed me and told me to point to where this guy lived. Remembering what Butt-head told me I told my uncle to forget it. But he was drunk and not going to forget it. eh started yelling at me to answer him. People around us started to stare and I ran from him and hid in a event tent hoping that he could not find me. I felt so ashamed.
     Needless to say i slept in the middle school park that night to scared to go home. When I woke I knew I had ho choice but to go home and face the music. When I got home my dad let me in and quietly told me to just go to bed, even tho it was 7 in the morning. I did and i slept til about 1 pm when my dad woke me up. He did it in a way that was not like him. He gently touched my arm and told me it was time for me to get up. When I did wake up he told me to come to the living room so he could talk to me.
    He was sitting there waiting for me. At first I thought it was a trick, that he wanted me to get comfy before starting in on me. But he didn't. So I sat. When I was comfy he looked at me and said "your uncle called me last night, He was drunk but he sounded pissed. He said that he ran into you and told me that you where crying and claimed that you where raped. Leslie I need to know if you are lied to him or if he was just drunk." I looked at the ground and started crying. I didn't want my uncle to tell my dad. I was so scared that he was going to think that I was the one to cause the rape. But when he seen that he said "i called the YWCA and we have a appointment to get you in there to get you checked out. Please get ready and in the car."
   The ride to the place seemed to take for ever and nothing was said. When we got to the place a woman met us outside. She ever so lightly took my hand and asked if I was OK cause I was walking funny. I tried to lie to her and tell her I was fine but my dad told her already. She told me it was OK and that she was going to help me. When we got in the building she had me go into a room and undress all the way. I was scared and didn't want to. I started crying. She took my hand and told me it was OK she was a doctor and she was going to do a rape kit on me to show the police. I started crying at that point. I was scared that Butt-head would find out and try and hurt me again. She hugged me close and told me it was OK to cry and to take my time. When I got all my clothes off she put them in a bag and sealed it.
    Next she had me put a gown on and lay on a table. Awkward for me. She then did the rape kit. It hurt so bad. I screamed and cried and begged her to stop it hurt. She did right away she said she was sorry but she has to do that to get evidence from me. Next she turned the lights off and put on some orange glasses and used a black light thingy on my body. She checked all over and when she got to my face she froze. She looked like she was about to cry. She asked me if He hit me in the face. I was to scared to tell her my dad did that to me cause he was in the other room so I told her no that i fell. I know she didn't believe me but she didn't push the matter.
  Next she took me in a room and had me relive the whole thing. As I did and cried she wrote everything I said down. I t was so hard to tell her. She made me go over parts and go into detail. I was so ashamed that i started crying harder. She tried to tell me it was not my fault but I didn't care i felt like it was my fault. After all that was done she had me go sit by my dad. She walked out with a clipboard and looked at my dad and told him' "Sure you daughter has Fish line cuts on in the side of her. I can tell you now she was forced to have intercourse. Your daughter also has bruising on her face." I looked at my dad to see how he would respond and he looked like he was about to cry and run away at the same time.
     She then told me that she was going to give me somethings that i needed to take. She came back with a few pills. Once was a day after pill. 2 where for infections, just in-case, and the liquid she had me drink tasted to gross... it left a bitter taste in my mouth. She told me that I would be ok but the police would be on contact with me.
      Let's fast forward a few days cause nothing happens until the police get a hold of me.

A few days later the police called me and told me that they wanted to talk to me in person and wanted to know if they could come over. All the police knew me cause at one point or another they had all picked me up for running away. When the officer got to my house we sat and i again relived the story to him, he again made me go into detail. after he was all done. He asked me if I was brave enough to call Butt-head and get him on the phone to see if we cant get him to confess to it. I don't think the cops believe me at all. i didn't want to but my dad told him I would.
     The cop hooked a device up to the phone and pressed record as he dialed the number. Butt-head answered. the cop told me what to ask him. I asked him why he did what he did. The first thing that came out of his mouth was"I told you to never call here again, don't you get that you stupid bitch" Next he started saying that I wanted it, that i begged for it by wiggling in his lap. I started crying and yelled at him. "I was not wiggling in your lap i was trying to get away but you put something in my drink. I didn't want you to do that to me. I hate you how could you do that to me?" He hang up. The cop hung up the phone and played the recording for my dad to hear. I was to upset and shaking i ran to my room and curled in the bed.
    The police found enough evidence to go after him. We ended up going to court but he never showed for the court dates. I later found out that he was conviced and put on "probation" until I turn 26... I turn 26 this month. That is why I am thinking about this.... Well there is one of my stories....