I was only 7 years old when it started, a good friend of the family was touching and raping my best friend. I didn’t know what was going on, until it started happening to me. I was scared. He told me if I said anything, I would regret it. I felt so dirty and gross. I came back home to California (at the time I was living in Washington when it happened). I ran away from my problem instead of telling anyone. Still, till this day, I have never told anyone here. My family thinks that I came back because I missed being here. But only I know the truth.

When I turned 15, I met a guy who I really liked. He was 21 at the time, he wanted to have sex. I never told him about what had happened to me, and for some reason, I didn’t think it was the right time to tell him either. I was scared that if I told him, he wouldn’t want to be with me anymore. So I did it just to satisfy him. I hated it, We did it many times and each time, it only got worse. I actually cried once or twice and he asked what was wrong and still, I didn’t have the guts to say. I ended up pregnant at 15 in a half. I was only a baby having a baby. I never told him cuz I was scared he would leave me cuz he wouldn’t want a baby. I decided I wanted it even thou I would get throw out of my house. My own body aborted the baby. I guess I wasn’t ready for a baby. Afterwards, I told him I was going to have his baby but my body threw it out. He cried and said he wanted my baby.