My history teacher has always been a creep but no one has ever been brave enough to speak up. He would always choose a random girl to target with dress codes, comments about what the girl is wearing, keeping her after class, ect..
From the beginning of the year he immediately started targeting me and when he would check my skirt me would make me pull it up so he could make sure it wasn’t rolled. Lucky I wore shorts under my skirts but I could still tell that he enjoyed seeing how scared I was. I’ve already been r*ped before so I am absolutely terrified of men, especially tall/ strong ones so this would make me want to panic. Whenever he would do this everything in me was telling me to run away but I didn’t. Things slowly started getting worse until it hit its peak on Tuesday.
We had finished a volleyball game and we all went to the locker rooms to change. I had hurt me knee during the game so I was having a hard time getting my clothes on and off. When I had finally changed there was no one there to walking or drive me home so I sat and waited for one of my coaches to come and check to make sure everyone was able to get home. While I was waiting I decided to organize my locker, and after a few minutes I felt two hands grab my waist and push me into a different set of lockers. They turned me around and pinned me there, and when I looked up I saw my history teacher smiling down at me. I didn’t realize what was happening until he started unzipping my skirt, and I started screaming.
He told me there was no point in screaming since there was no one else in the middle school building anymore, but I screamed anyway. I fought like my life was on the line but he was too strong, I couldn’t get away. When he had undressed me he he forced me to the ground, and I broke down in tears. I begged for him to stop but he wouldn’t. I ended up having an org@sm, and I’m disgusted with myself. While I cried out he kept telling me that I knew that I liked it, and to stop fighting him. Then he lifted me up and held me against the lockers. I tried kicking him but it hurt my knee too much, and my other leg was against a wall. The more I punched and scratched him, the harder he would go. Eventually I stopped fighting and just waited for it to end.
I’m praying that I’m not pregnant but I’m terrified. I don’t even know how to feel, I’m just numb. I’ve always pretended that I’m okay and that my life is perfectly normal, but I’ve been starting to crack since it happened.