Drinking: A Short Story

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I was an 18-year-old freshman in university, it was the first Christmas that I hadn’t spent with my parents. I was invited to a frat party with three of my closest friends and I told my parents that I was sleeping over at one of their houses after the party. We actually had made plans to stay at the house of this guy I have been hanging out with. He was 21 years old and I had been hanging out with him for about six months prior to the party. We once in awhile would make out and hold hands, but I had made it clear to him that I did not want to have sex with someone that I was not dating. My friends and I headed to his house before the party to do some pre-party drinking, and then we all piled into a cab to head to the party. The party was so …show more content…

My three friends were more drunk than I was and they all passed out on the couch almost immediately after walking through the door. My guy friend took my hand and lead me upstairs to his room. I remember lying down on his bed just wanting to fall asleep, I was so tired from the alcohol and party. He had other ideas, a self-interest that could not be stopped. The next thing I remember he was pulling down my leggings and thong and then ripping up my shirt to pull off my bra. He had lost all empathy towards how I was feeling. I thought that once he saw the pad on my thong he would remember that I was on my period and that he would stop. He didn’t seem to notice or care. He was focused on what he wanted, satisfaction. I wanted to tell him to stop; that this was not what I wanted, but I was quickly losing consciousness as the alcohol started to take over. No words were forming. I just wanted to sleep. He leaned close to my ear and whispered that I didn’t have to worry and that he had a condom. I moved as far away as I could get, holding my knees to my chest trying to protect myself from what was coming next. I was hoping he would notice that I was too drunk for this. He was tall and quite strong and I knew that I had no chance but I tried pushing him away. It was useless. He was hurting me as he pinned me and entered me. I tried to say no, that he has to stop, but all that came

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