It was freshman year. I had made some friends and had just started to feel comfortable with them. I guess I let my guard down...
I was drunk and a guy from my new group of friends started flirting with me, more drinks and an hour later, he offered to walk me home. I was thrilled, he seemed like such a gentleman. He walked me back to miller hall.
We got to my room and I said thank you. I never invited him in. He kissed me and I just stood there. He closed the door. I was petrified, he started kissing me and pushed me on my bed, I started crying and he told me to stop. I didn't say anything for the next ten minutes. When he took off my pants I tried pushing him off, I told him to leave. When he wouldn't budge I told him I would start screaming if he didn't leave. He finally seemed to realize what was happening. He called me a bitch, got his shit and left.
I never told anyone, It was too much to deal with. In an effort to avoid him I found new friends and would scan fb attendance lists to make sure he wouldn't be there. I still feel guilty today.