They say one in four. One in four. And this is second time I've been one. In the past few months, I've started college. I feel like I've grown as a person. I've maneuvered social situations. I haven't had many regrets. And then Saturday night, a freak situation happened. I was sexually assaulted. Sober. In the middle of a crowd of people. He's a house dad. I've had conversations with him about how I want to be a lawyer. It was alumni night at the fair. When he said he wanted to introduce me to some of his friends from law school, I didn't think twice. When he stopped randomly, and turned around, I knew I'd made a mistake. He grabbed my waist, and I knew. He went to kiss me. I stopped him. I told him no. I told him I was 17. I told him I graduated early. He told me he was 30. He told me it was legal, and he knew "because he was a lawyer." He tried to kiss me again. I pushed him away. He almost bit my lip in half. I got away. For the first time in my life, I'm handling the situation entirely on my own. I'm telling. I took pictures. I still have the bloody shirt. This isn't like last time. I'm telling. I'm pressing charges. He's going to lose his job at the University. And yet....in all of this....the girls that I should have full support from....aren't there. Because apparently if people find out, we could be blackballed from functions. Nobody wants to be brought in to verify my whereabouts. They hate that I've "dragged them into this". They say they hope that pressing charges "is really what I believe is best for me." They say the situation could be twisted. That rumors will start. The fraternity is standing behind me. They think he's a creep. But my sisters aren't. And I know this is a lot to just say in a text post on tumblr. But when I told about my sexual abuse here, I healed. I know myself. I know the only way I will feel better is if I tell. If I don't keep quiet. And this is really the only place that I can tell and not have to give anything more than words. The police want time stamps. My parents can't listen without crying. So. I'm here.
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