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I ran away from home when I was 17 years old. That was just the first time.
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I was at a party with my best friend and our boyfriends.
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It was a beautiful summer evening.
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We dressed nicely for our boyfriends and just to feel sexy too.
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We settled to meet at a small bar.
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There we laughed, we drank some beer (yeah I know I wasn''t supposed to, but what did I care about back then, I was wild and rebellious), then our boyfriends asked us to go with them to their friend''s home.
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As I was a little buzzed, I said what the heck, but we won''t be able to stay that long as our parents are waiting for us at home.
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Arrived at the apartment, we put on some nice music, drank some more beer, danced, then lay on a bed with my boyfriend. We kissed and didn''t care there were other people back there.
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I got pretty drunk and I needed to go to the bathroom after all that beer.
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So I went there, I peed and when I was washing my hands, my boyfriend''s friend got inside, closed the door and jumped on me and kissed me. He wanted more but I said no and right then my boyfriend came. He didn''t believe me when I told him that the guy forced me.
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I looked at the clock and saw how late it was and I told everyone that we need to go home. When I was going to get my jacket, a guy that was there, grabbed me by my cheeks and forced me to drink an entire bottle of cognac.
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Oh well, things got blurry, as I got extremely drunk. We left that apartment and while I was trying to walk I fell on the ground.
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My boyfriend picked me up and took me to another apartment of another friend.
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Carrying me on the stairs I told him I was about to throw up, but he didn''t believe me until I did it twice.
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It was dark in that apartment and I do not remember much, only short memories, and I am not even sure it was real.
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What I know for sure is that my so-called boyfriend shared me with his friends.
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From what I have heard there were about five who took advantage of me.
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I can recall only flashes, but still painful...
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When I woke up in the morning, I needed to search my clothes. I washed myself and left with my best friend.
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I was too scared to go home, too afraid of my dad''s reaction, I couldn''t face my grandparents so I decided to not go home. My best friend decided to join me too as she was scared as well.
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We walked on the train rails until we arrived at one of her friend''s homes.
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We stayed there for a few hours and then went to another house, her ex-boyfriend''s house.
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He and his brother decided to let us spend the night there. We didn''t sleep, we just relaxed and chatted.
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We wanted to go to a coven, but we didn''t have enough money. So I sold a gold ring I had. Got some food and traveled by train to a coven.
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Arrived there, but we didn''t dare to ask for shelter so we went back to my best friend''s ex-boyfriend''s house.
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After a little while we went outside so we won''t bother anyone. Sitting planning to run if we see our family searching for us, we see a red car stopping near us.
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Seeing my dad get out of the car, I didn''t run, instead, I went to him and hugged him. The same did my best friend with her older brother.
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Of course, the first thing my dad asked me when I got inside the car was if I had sex. I admitted it. My best friend didn''t.
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They took us straight to the police, and they filled us as missing. So we had to complete some paperwork, had a serious discussion with the police chief, and then went home.
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I asked for forgiveness from my grandparents, but never told my family what happened to me that night.