Here, “Jessica” shares with us a story of survival and overcoming experiences that no person should have to face. Wishing to remain anonymous, she shares her testimony with the hopes of bringing awareness to sexual assault and courage to those who may be afraid to come forward.

Jessica’s Story:

When I was 14 I got my first boyfriend. He was 16 and my sister’s boyfriend’s best friend. It was the summer before my freshmen year of high school.  He seemed so nice and always was.   He treated me with respect and always made time for me.  About 2 weeks before we started school, it happened.

I was asleep in my bedroom when the sound of my door opening woke me up.  My sister was about to be a senior and she had invited her BF over for breakfast (my parents worked 1st shift, and she was 17, almost 18).  Her BF had brought him.  As my door opened, I groggily said “Hello, what’s up? Why are you here so early?” He gave me short answers as he approached me.  Next thing I know we are making out, ok. My clothes are coming off and I am trying to slow down.  I had never had sex before.  I WAS 14.  He started to touch me.  I told him no I couldn’t do it, I wasn’t ready.  He said “Yes, you are… you know it.”  I continued to refuse, honestly in a kind matter.  He thrust into me.  I told I couldn’t do this. He continued anyway.  I had a metal futon.  He broke the bars in my bed, and me.

He left.  I couldn’t, it was my home.  I sat in a blazing hot shower for hours crying to my big sister.  I didn’t see him the rest of the summer. Fast forward a couple weeks.  My sister saw him at Walmart and she made the decision to tell my dad.  He tried to run him down in Walmart. My dad is a BIG DUDE!! He got away.

School started that fall.  He, his best friend (he and my sister had broken up by then) and I had a class together.  Needless to say, he dropped out of our school and moved an hour away to live with his dad.  It was OVER, so I thought.  My sister’s ex would go on to be my best friend.  He knew nothing about what happened.  He decided to take me, his best friend, and his girlfriend at the time on a road trip for fun on a long weekend.  We drove and hour and a half and ended up at “his house”.  I had no idea where we were going (my fault I suppose) and the bestie had no idea of what had happened.  I made best friends with his weird neighbor so I didn’t have to be there.  I crawled in during the wee hours of the night to go to sleep.  I remember it like it was yesterday.  He was asleep in another room other than the one I was expected to sleep in.  I went to sleep.  I woke up with no bottoms on and him inside of me.  I left without those shorts.  I told my best friend many years later.  Want to know why? Because once I told my best friend, he believed me and supported me all the way.

We are now married and have a beautiful family. 1 boy and 2 girls.  For all the questioners, he and my sister never had sex and they “dated” for like 3 weeks.  She is more than happy and supportive for us!  My husband convinced me to confront him a few weeks ago.  I did; he read my messages and never responded.  I needed an outlet and this seemed like the perfect place.  God bless you all, and all that you have been through!