You would never think that people freinds, family or a person that said they love you would ever hurt you. This story begins in the summer of 1989 I was 18yrs. old living on my own thought I knew everything and was so wrong.

Was living at the time with a so called freind who's father had a thing for young girls but of course this female freind never told me that. her brother always seem to be my guardian angel whenever her father thought he could get me alone, well this hot july night he almost got me.

I had just take a shower and was coming out the bathroom in a towel because i thought I was in the house alone, he came in drunk and was on his way to the bathroom when he noticed I just had on the towel I was scared so I tried to get past him and he tried to grab me I moved around the other side of the table and he tried to grab me again this time I tried to run to the bedroom but he grab me, with the smell of liquior on his breath I wanted to throw up but didnt.

He than reached for the towel I had wrapped around me and I fell into  the couch right when he was about to get on top of me, his girlfreind came upstairs and hit him over the head with a pan.

Told me to get my things she was going to help me get my own place because she didnt want me to be there and something bad happen to me and she was not there to protect me, I'm so grateful to her to this day because there's no telling what my so called freinds father would have done to me the next time. but some night I sit and think What was taken, my self-esteem, respect for me as a young woman, I could have lost my innocence to someone that thought of me as no more than a piece of young ass.

Yet always remember I'm a surviver not a vitcim because my story can help another young girl through the same mishap, and she can know and see that she is no alone.

I always remember not a vitcim a true surviver.