I still had a year and a half left at that school, and I still had to see him .If I reported it, it wouldn’t blow over like I was hoping it would. No one would believe me, since they had already formed their own opinions about the whole situation anyway — I’d look like a liar either way. My principal and the counselor were very cold, my parents were crossing boundaries, and it just seemed easier to put it behind me and move on.He finished and came to, finally noticed that I was crying, and immediately ran downstairs. I felt that I had no choice but to rejoin the party as nonchalantly as I could. I then found him and some other boys yelling at each other and fighting.Prior to my entrance, he had announced to the entire party:…So he did know that I didn’t want it.) He was a bit of a troublemaker, smoked a lot of pot, and didn’t do well in school.He was nice to me though, and I enjoyed his company.
One of the scariest parts for me was that he was completely silent for all of this, save for some heavy breathing and moans of pleasure.
My mom asked me humiliating, intrusive questions.“Were you drinking that night? My mom called my teacher and “set the record straight.” I saw the school counselor the next week, as is protocol, but she was unsympathetic.
I had been caught drinking at a party a few months prior to this and had an athletic suspension- my track record wasn’t stellar.
He got straight to the point- one of my teachers told him what had happened. In the letter I said that there were rumors going around about something that happened at the party, but that nothing actually happened, and that they needed to call my teacher tonight and set the record straight. My mom kneeled at the edge of my bed, while my dad stood in the doorway, refusing to make eye contact.
I felt so disgusted that they were probably picturing it at that very moment. I basically blacked out halfway through the conversation. My own FATHER, listening to me discuss a teenage boys’ penis…awkward cannot even begin to describe it.