Would You Understand?

Warning: Story is Rated 18 written by Oluseyimcfunny and ShyTalkative
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My name is Tumi and I recently turned 20. It has taken 4 years for me to summon up the courage to tell this story, my story. The past years have been filled with agony, cries, and rage. I had even hit an all-time low, my depression had worsened. The doctor said I should continue to write that it would comfort me better. I had nearly given up on life, there were days I considered suicide but I just couldn’t bring myself to it. It would be a selfish thing to do I would convince myself. Don’t judge me as I tell you my story.

I was 16, young, and full of life. I was ready to explore sex, drugs and love at least I thought I was. I loved kissing, smooching, grinding on guys and excessive partying. I was a regular teenager like you. I was told numerous times to slow it down but I never listened. I loved boys too, but I knew better than to wear skirts to any guy’s house. I avoided getting drunk at parties, made sure I came with a wingman and enough money with me so I wouldn't have to depend on anyone. It wasn’t long until I began dreaming of the day I’d lose my virginity. White candles, red roses, scented candles, red wine & slow music. I was a romantic.

On one fateful evening, Fiyin invited me for a party at her house and told me it was gonna be over night. She said it was going to be fun because her parents weren't going to home and there would drinks, food, weed and most importantly, boys. Fiyin was my best friend at least that was what I thought. I picked out a black mini dress that showed off my curves, a red handbag and my favorite Jimmy Choo heels that screamed "fuck me". I told my mum I was going to sleep over at Fiyin’s. I told her she was throwing a slumber party, which was partly true but now I wish I never lied to her. I packed my bags and wore a bum short and a tank top and drove to Fiyin's house. I was right on time and by 9pm, people were strolling into the house. It was really big, 7 bedrooms, 8 baths and it even had a huge pool and a tennis court. Her parents were rich well we were both rich and spoiled. As the crowd grew bigger I immediately changed into my dress and was trying to balance on the shoes cause I've had "a lot of little" to drink. I drank a little more, danced with a few people, kissed some until I began feeling light headed. I went into one of the rooms to lay down for a bit and I think I passed out.

I remember waking up and seeing Fiyin with some boy I didn't recognize, I tried to keep my eyes opened and the next time I managed to there were two boys in the room but she was gone. I wasn’t sure how many minutes had passed but my head was beginning to pound. The loud music didn’t help and I just wanted to get up. Right then, I felt held down like there was another body weighing me down. Alas! There was one onto me, I tried to shake him off but I was too weak. By this time, my dress was bunched up around my waist; I could feel a strange hand caressing my inner things. This couldn’t be happening. He was taking his trouser off, I released a scream but I could hear my voice drowning. It was no match for the vulgar music playing in the house. I shut my eyes tightly in the hopes that everything would go away. Perhaps it was just a nightmare. Without notice, I felt a painful thrust. This guest wasted no time in putting his penis in me, right then I felt the hot tears let loose from my lacrimal glands. He was slow at first but then increased his pace. I was taken against my will, I wanted it to stop but my body betrayed me, I felt myself getting lubricated. I was in so much pain, I prayed for someone to come in, no one did. I passed out again and woke to another boy trying to fit it in me. I couldn’t take it anymore, I tried to scratch him and then he hit me. I pleaded with him to let me go but he didn't! I puked and felt disgusted with myself. I let myself go, I couldn’t fight it anymore. I wasn’t sure how many more people had their way with me that night, I couldn't remember. I passed out.

 When I finally woke up around 1pm the next day, I felt sore, the air in the room made me nauseous and I felt like I just survived a car wreck. I couldn't find my dress but managed to crawl to the bed where I pulled the bed sheet to cover my nakedness. I tried to pull myself up and used every ounce of energy left in me to walk to Fiyin's room. She lay there stripped, battered and almost lifeless. I didn’t know what to do. I shook her badly and called out her names. I was petrified. I was confused. I wouldn’t stop until she let out a cry. She looked in my eyes and held on to me as if I could give her life. I was sad; I wasn’t there to save her. I remember that day like it was yesterday, everyone blamed it on us; even the police said we brought this on ourselves and we should be thankful we weren't killed. I hate the Nigerian Police. They never caught those boys, but every night, before I sleep, I curse them. I wanted everyone and everything they ever loved taken away from them; I showered curses upon their generations. I wanted them miserable as long as they lived. I still carry a lot of hurt in me but people want me to let go. I laugh, if this happened to you, your best friend or your sister, would you tell them to forgive and forget?

 My name is Tunmi and I was raped at 16.