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I was 14. We may have kissed at some point that summer. I considered us hanging out/dating.

I was home alone. He and his best friend broke into my house and forced me on my mom’s bed with a silver gun to my temple. His friend tried to rape me, while he sat in the chair, pointing a gun at me. I fought until his friend ran away puking and he left. I remember him saying that the other girl didn’t fight that hard. No one believed me, so it wasn’t reported.

In college, I heard on the radio that he murdered the mother of his children with a shotgun. I ran to the bathroom and threw up.

I carry guilt every day for not reporting them when I was 14.

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