When he had finished, he got off me the boys let go of my legs and arms. All of them laughing whilst I laid there crying. They grabbed my phone and threw it on the floor. I thought I couldn't get worse but it did.
They poured the rest of the alcohol over me, threw some shoes that were in the garage at me and then set the garage on fire a bit. They all ran away laughing. I stomped out the fire, picked up my phone, closed the garage and ran home.
My mum opened the door to me crying my eyes out, she asked me what's wrong and called my sister home. I told her that they set the garage on fire and that they threw stuff at me.
The police turnt up and I told them what I told my mum, as they were leaving, they pulled me into the kitchen and asked me "did anything else happen? We can tell something has happened, so just nood your head 'yes' and we'll talk another time" I nodded. And they left.
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Please, believe me! (my rape story)
Non-FictionThis is my story of getting raped and having to cope by myself and how I'm still coping with the trauma. Everything in this story is true. (not for the soft hearted)
