Sunday, July 23rd, 2017
In the fall of 2009, I just turned 16. I was young and rebellious and left my parent’s house. But quickly I realized I had nowhere to stay. I then contacted a family friend who was 39 years old at the time. We chatted on the phone and he invited me to stay in his trailer. I thought nothing of it as he was a family friend and his trailer was in the backyard. I had been told there’d be a room I could stay in and my own bed, etc. Well, I was naïve. I asked him to pick me up. He did. We arrived out at his farm. I was lead to the trailer and noticed he was following me in. There was only one bedroom in the camper trailer I was to stay in. But then he said, he wants to stay with me as well … to take care of me.
It was late, in the middle of nowhere, I didn’t drive, and I didn’t have a any other friends to call.
So I put on a hoodie and sweat pants, as baggy as I could find so I didn’t come across as suggestive, and I fell asleep watching a movie.
I woke up with him inside of me and on top of me. I froze, I couldn’t move. I just pretended to be asleep until he was done. He pounded me as hard as he could and his breathing got heavier just before he came. I pretended to wake up right after. He just smiled and asked how my sleep was. I couldn’t answer. In the morning I convinced him to drive me into town for an appointment and didn’t let on, and I found somewhere else to stay and never went back or had any contact with him again.
For some odd reasons the thought of it turns me on now.