He Did Not Hear My Words: A True Story of Date Rape
Author: Anonymous

My eyes open suddenly. What time is it? My heart flutters as an image of Mark pops into my head. I roll to my side and glance at the clock. Four o’clock in the morning! I’m wishing it was 7am so I could get up and start my day. Trying to fall back asleep… trying to ignore the excitement… I just can’t get him out of my head.

I walk into first period and join my girls. I’m half listening to their conversation as Mark walks in and pretends he doesn’t see me. I whisper to my best friend Erika that I too can play that game. We laugh together, she thinks I’m crazy with this whole game thing. My older sister tells me that guys like a girl who plays hard to get. Erika continues to laugh at me.

The day is dragging and dragging, but finally school ends and I meet Mark in the parking lot. I love riding in his car. I get such a rush when he drives fast. I feel so free driving with the windows down, listening to music too loud. We drive to his house, he wants to change clothes before we go out. We pull into the vacant driveway. His parents are both at work and his little brother is in daycare.

I feel myself getting nervous… a good nervous! He’s so cute and I can’t wait to make out with him. We walk upstairs to his room and before I know it, we’re
grabbing each other and making out on his bed. He begins feeling up my shirt and I like it. He starts to unbutton my Levis.

I still feel good, but I remind him that we shouldn’t go too fast, that we should be taking things slow. He says he understands, that he doesn’t want to pressure
me. I believe him.

He continues to touch me, but this time something feels different, something doesn’t feel right. I realize that his pants are down too, he’s struggling to put himself inside of me. He feels violent and I feel violated. I don’t want this, I tell him. It’s too soon, I want to wait a while. But you’re just so sexy baby, he tells me. I want to make you feel good. I don’t want it, I tell him again. He does not hear my words.