I did not want to dance with him. I did not want to kiss him. I did not want to touch him. I did not want to go home with him. I wanted to ask for help but I couldn’t. I just kept following him. In his room he pulled me on top of him. There was touching that felt like nothing i've ever wanted. I didn't know how to make it stop. I wanted a rewind back to the beginning so I could never end up in this room. He was inside me and I didn’t know what to do so I just laid there and I almost started crying. I really really really had to leave. I started running and I didn’t know where I was but I figured it out and came home and started crying because I think I realized what had happened. A lot of people asked me what was wrong and I really don’t know what I said. Then I went to bed. Two days later I was out because I could not deal with it so I drank a lot again and this guy started dancing with me again and tried to take me to an empty room and kept shoving his hands down my skirt so roughly it hurt and I started crying at which point he realized he wasn’t getting any and said “see you never” and left me in a hallway. It was not a good weekend.