[Serious] Women and Men of Reddit, what's your "Me Too" (sexual assault/harassment) story? How are you doing now?

Back story. When i was 15, I had a boyfriend. He always talked about how I was so good in bed & apparently talked about it to his friends. When we broke up, his friends that lived relatively close to me, (let's call him, idk, Zack.) would constantly text me & ask to hang out. I always declined, he was weird & I thought he was a pretentious asshole. One of those army guys that just think they're the shit because they're in the army. Nothing wrong with being proud of yourself but this guy was super narcissistic about it. But yeah, he'd text me all the time & even drove to an abandoned store at the end of my street, sent me a picture of it & said "I'm already close to your house, come hang out with me." No. Told me My ex boyfriend had told him all about how great in bed I am & "just wanted to see if it's true." I hated this guy. This was before blocking numbers was a thing. Fast forward a few months, I've been talking to this new guy, let's call him Luke, & he invites me to a party. That's what we mostly did, meet up at parties & usually have sex by the end of the night. It was casual, but we were talking about getting together too. Anyway. I convince my friend to drive me to this party, she stays & hangs out for awhile, but soon wants to leave, so I make sure I have a way home & she goes. I was drinking & having a good time, there were people there that I knew & people that I didn't, but that army asshole was there too. Didn't talk to him though, I just noticed he was there. Anyway, me & Luke eventually do our thing, flirty winks from across the room led us outside, where we had sex on the side of the house. Everyone was inside, no one was around (so i thought), & he didn't drive there himself or we would've been in his truck. Anyway. We finish & he realizes he left his phone inside or something, so he leaves me outside to go get it. I'm calming done from the sex, I haven't even pulled up my pants yet & there's someone behind me, pulling my ass back toward them by my hips. I assumed it was Luke, considering he had just been with me, probably not even like a full minute ago, but he was in me so fast that I didn't have time to turn around & confirm. Immediately know it's not him, because this guy is bigger.. I get a look & it's Zack. I'm trying to pull away, get him off me, but he was strong & kept fucking me. I was crying, pleading, please stop. He said "just let me finish." I finally pull away & yell to finish in the grass, & I run to the back of the house while pulling up my pants. The back door was open & thankfully no one was in there, I sat & cried. Another guy had came in eventually & was sympathetic to me crying for a minute, didn't say what happened, I was just crying & then he tried to kiss me. I pushed him off, he called me a tease & walked away. I went & found my ride & asked to leave, they didn't ask any questions & we left. I stayed with them & I went home the next morning. I only recently started talking about it, I guess some part of me felt I deserved it for having sex outside like that.. I didn't say anything because I was 15 & didn't want to be in trouble for going to a party. But after that, I stopped going to parties for a good while. Only casually drank with my friends at their houses. He never tried to contact me again after that, But like I said, he lived relatively close to me, so I had to try a little hard to avoid him. I was drinking with my friends at one of their houses, & she mentioned her "friend Zack" was coming over. I hate people who drink & drive, but I left immediately when she said he was coming over. Never done it after that & im lucky to have made it home, but fuck being around him. The first person I told was when I was 18, I told my brother after we had been up all night talking about life. He was pissed to say the least. He messaged him about it & he, of course, denied it. "I've never touched your sister, she's so much younger than me, I wouldn't do that." Fucking lying fuckwad. I had gotten a new phone by then so I didn't have his creepy texts for proof anymore, but my brother knew I wouldn't lie about something like that. It honestly was a wave of relief to tell someone & for them to tell me that I didn't deserve it, because for so long I really felt that it was my fault for putting myself in that situation. I see him on my college campus from time to time, & he now works at my favorite restaurant that I was going to apply to, but now I haven't been there since I saw him & wont apply. I would give anything to go back in time & say something, because he recently just beat one of his girlfriends so bad she had two black eyes & a busted lip, bruises on her cheeks from him, & since it was his first & only charge, nothing was done about it. The girl actually reached out to me about it, she messaged me & said when he told her I accused him of raping me, she didn't believe it, but she did now after what he had did to her. This is extremely long, so thank you to whoever takes the times to read this mess. I'm no longer ashamed of myself for what happened, I'm only ashamed I didn't speak up when it was still provable.

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