It happened on November 11th. 2002 around 11pm. I will never forget that day but hell what women can forget the day she was raped. I was walking to my best friends house that night I guess just to hang out, and I heard a truck coming up behind me. When I turned around I saw one of my best guy friends pull up in his truck. He jumped out with a gun and I wanted to run but I just froze im my place. He grabbed me and told me to get into the truck, I did not move so he threw me in. I asked him where we were going and he slapped me and told me to shut the fuck up! I just sat there in tears asking God where he was. He drove for about 15 minutes and then we pulled up to a church parking lot of all places. He pulled into a dark spot I guess so no one would find us. He then turned out all the lights and started taking down his pants. He looked at me and told me to take off my close but I told him NO. He then started ripping them off me himself. He started forceing himself inside of me telling me at the same time how good it felt to fuck a vergin. I just layed there unable to move while he took a part of me I could never get back. He then pulled out and stuck his penis in my face asking me to suck it. I tried to hold my mouth shut but he was to strong. He told me if I did not listen to him he would kill me. He then pulled out and started trying to have sex with me again. I looked up in one of the windows and I saw a police officers drive by and slow down, I guess he saw him to because he told me to hurry up and get dressed. After getting dressed he took me to a street a few blocks away from my house and told me to get out. He told me I was good and I were to tell anyone he would kill me. I was so scared that I just ran to my friends house. I wanted to go home but what would I tell my family...weeks went by and they found out what happened and they made me go to the police. I made the report but nothing ever happened to the guy because there was no proof. To this day I still see him places and it hurts every time I do. I know what happened to me was my fault and I was so stupid that night. My life has really turned around lately and I was able to get though that night. but I dont ever think I will ever be able to be myself again.

-Crystal

Hi. In June of 2001 I went to my first adult party. I was 26. My now former co-worker (Tammy) invited me to her bachelorette party. I went to her bridal shower that afternoon and some already were drinking at her house. The shower ended early and I went home. I went back to her house later that afternoon and we all paid $20.00 for a mini bus so we wouldn't have to worry about drinking and driving. Tammy even told us we could stay overnight if we needed too and drive home in the morning. She made sure we ate before we went to the bar.

They were drinking on the mini bus and having jello shots and I didn't have any because I was concerned about whether or not it was legal. Apparently, it was okay. We arrived at the bar. We paid the $10.00 cover to get in, were carded, and given a wristband. There was a band playing underneath this huge white tent which I call a cow tent. There was a beer tent and I didn't want beer. Another now former coworker (Kara) and I went inside the bar to order a drink. Kara recommended raspberry lemonade and they didn't have that. I was told a few days later that the drink I had was a Raspberry Stoli (a vodka drink). I recall the bartender handing me the drink. It was clear and in a clear plastic cup. I didn't like how the bartender was standing towards the back of the bar. The guy to my left was sitting on a bar stool holding a vial with a clear liquid in it. I thought, "Is that what I think it is? No..it can't be it must be a shot of something.. I'm being too uptight..I don't want to ruin the party. I became distracted because there were people crowded up against the bar. The guy kept glancing at me intermittently. Kara kept asking me if she could try my drink. I don't recall what happened with that. My attention was off my drink for only seconds. When my attention was back on the drink the vial was gone and he glanced at me again.

I took a sip of my drink. It tasted extremely bitter and like a chemical. It tasted like what some call floor stripper. I thought something was wrong with my drink. I Automatically, things started to go on around me and seem weird. I started to feel like I had the blocks strapped to my ankles. My walking started to feel impaired. I took a few more sips. I didn't want to ruin the party. I really didn't know what was going on. As I was walking back towards where the band was going to play everything was going on around me. I thought I was in control and I wasn't. I sat down and had difficulty getting back up. I stumbled to a restroom with a mom and we separated. There was this guy walking towards me. I went in the port-a-john. I couldn't get the door locked. I was feeling so sick. I was so nausiated and felt so out of it. I wanted to go home. Suddenly, the door opens... It was the same guy that was walking towards me. I couldn't see his face. I could see the outline of his body. We started to kiss. I stopped. Part of me knew it was wrong and I stopped. He wouldn't. My arms went back, my back arched, and my knees started to bend. I was so uncomfortable. I'm blank. I am in a different position. My eyes are fluttering trying to stay open. He is so close to me. I can't move!!! My body feels so dead. I couldn't fight or do anything. Everything goes dark and I recall this deep breath... I'm blank... I'm outside the port-a-john, I felt like I had just woke from a nap. I felt all sore and icky. I had difficulty walking. I looked over and saw the port-a-john sink and thought it was so cool. I stumbled over to the sink and when I went back towards the tent I almost tripped on one of the tent stakes. A few minutes later. I former co-worker and her friends came up to me and said, "Andria, we have been looking for you for a while...Where were you....?" I really didn't know!!! I just wanted to go home! I had a total of 3 drinks and the other two made me feel even worse. I was asaulted after the first drink. I felt like I was going to pass out within 20 minutes. My symptoms matched GHB completely. A few days later I talked to a cop who was a co-worker at the time. He laughed at me and said, "You probably had to much to drink..." I didn't. I can drink a lot. It takes a lot to get me drunk. I don't drink now. At the end of the night my now former supervisor and I were talking. I said, "I think I had to much..." She looked at me. I told her I wasn't going to go to another bar with the bridal party and I wanted to go home. Kara walked with me to someone who had a cell phone. I do not recall who it was. I know I couldn't dial the cell on my own. I recall saying to my mother on the phone, "Mom, I'm done can you please come and get me...Please...Hurry...Hurry..." Kara walked with me towards the exit and I didn't know what was happening to me. I felt like I couldn't walk and wanted to crawl. We made it to the bus and Julie's boyfriend and the others were razing me because I didn't want to go to another bar. I knew if I did I would never go home. Even the bus driver said I should go home. The bus driver was the only sober one on that bus. They were all trashed. My mom came to pick me up and I asked if we could go to Taco Bell. I said, "I need something in my system...I need something in my system..." I recall my mom not wanting to go to Taco Bell. I kept blacking out in the van. I don't recall going to taco bell. I recall eating a little and passing out in a chair in the living room, waking up, and stumbling to my room and falling to my bed. I woke in the morning feeling really awful. I didn't want to get out of bed. I had a slight headache and felt sick. I knew something had happened. However, I couldn't recall everything. I was missing so much and I still am missing pieces to this day. That morning I took a long shower. My mother asked me what was taking me so long. I had to take a shower!! I had too. I couldn't see the guys face!! I hate what happened. I feel stupid for drinking the "floor stripper!" I just wish I could understand why he drugged me and assaulted me? He could have killed me. That deep breath I took was so scary!

For me the day after was worst. I had evidence of the assault on my lower abdomen. I had these little bruises by my wrists where my arms were forced back. I am not sure if it is better to not recall the assault or better to recall the assault. I recall bits and pieces to know I was assaulted.

I'm told to recover it takes time. It has been two years and it seems like it happened yesterday. I feel ashamed because I drank the floor stripper and I kissed the guy. However, I did stop. GHB is so awful! It is so awful!

I know this is long. However, thank you for letting me share my story. Well, I better get back to my Statistics homework.

Thanks. Andria

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