I'm sitting on my friends couch in his basement. I'm drinking my fourth bud light. Me being the only girl at these small parties with my friends wasn't an unusual thing at all, but today was different. I stumbled slightly walking up my friend's flights of stairs. I had trouble remember much as I was too cloudy even after I got a drink of water from his fridge upstairs. I sat in the couch upstairs alone. Then my friend came upstairs. He said, "Hey Maddie." I said feeling already uncomfortable, "Why don't we just go hang out with the boys?" He stood up and grabbed my hands to help me up. "Sure," he said as he grabbed my waist. My friends stayed downstairs the entire time I was attacked. To this day I still have trouble focusing on the fact that I was attacked and it wasn't my fault. I think. Am I sure I didn't lead him on? Am I sure he really did it? These are the questions that run through any victims mind constantly. That wasn't the first time a man touched me without my consent. I can almost assure you it won't be the last. Protect girls.
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