Straight Female / 28
A Moonlight Walk That Wasn't
My grandparents wanted a family trip for their fiftieth. The family went to a house on a beach on an island in the Caribbean. I was fourteen, the only girl. My brothers and cousins all male. I was relegated to the women. After dinner, which meant cleaning up and doing the dishes, I decided to take a walk on the beach in the moonlight. I left, without telling anyone where I was going.
About half hour later some local boys followed me. They started asking questions, and making rude comments. Show us your tits, type of comments. I tried to turn around and go back but they didn't let me. When they were through with me, I had been gang banged, all holes, nothing sacred. They took my top, I couldn't find it. I was disoriented and couldn't find the beach house. A worker found me and took me to a clinic. I was bruised, scr**es, bare feet bleeding, nothing on top, scratches, and I had no idea where we were staying.
It was that evening before my parents found me. My brothers and cousins set out to find these guys, but of course nothing. In couldn't identify them, it was after dark. The police treated it as lost on the beach incident. sex? If it happened, was consensual. Case closed.
My family left, angering my brothers. A doctor back home examined me and offered to give me a Plan B but no one thought that was a good idea. In due time I had an obvious biracial child.
Our town didn't know biracial, and no one knew what happened. Just went to prove goody two shoes got knocked up for messing with N. I spiraled. Move forward two years, I was eighteen a high school graduate, trying to get into college. I had a job at the movie theater and I was seeing an older guy on the side I had met while I was in high school. I had told him about the island.
One evening, my mother babysat, he told me he was being blue balled by me, I was eighteen and I needed to let him have it. I became pregnant again.
It wasn't until I was twenty seven that a real man took me seriously. By then my kids were my problem, and my biracial son was asking lots if questions.
About half hour later some local boys followed me. They started asking questions, and making rude comments. Show us your tits, type of comments. I tried to turn around and go back but they didn't let me. When they were through with me, I had been gang banged, all holes, nothing sacred. They took my top, I couldn't find it. I was disoriented and couldn't find the beach house. A worker found me and took me to a clinic. I was bruised, scr**es, bare feet bleeding, nothing on top, scratches, and I had no idea where we were staying.
It was that evening before my parents found me. My brothers and cousins set out to find these guys, but of course nothing. In couldn't identify them, it was after dark. The police treated it as lost on the beach incident. sex? If it happened, was consensual. Case closed.
My family left, angering my brothers. A doctor back home examined me and offered to give me a Plan B but no one thought that was a good idea. In due time I had an obvious biracial child.
Our town didn't know biracial, and no one knew what happened. Just went to prove goody two shoes got knocked up for messing with N. I spiraled. Move forward two years, I was eighteen a high school graduate, trying to get into college. I had a job at the movie theater and I was seeing an older guy on the side I had met while I was in high school. I had told him about the island.
One evening, my mother babysat, he told me he was being blue balled by me, I was eighteen and I needed to let him have it. I became pregnant again.
It wasn't until I was twenty seven that a real man took me seriously. By then my kids were my problem, and my biracial son was asking lots if questions.
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