Victim Ending

I was in that alley for 2 me hours till the bartender found me while taking out the trash. The police were immediately contacted. Soon after Susan, Brittany, and Amy discovered what had happened and rushed to my aid. _Too little too late. _They didn't say anything and in all honestly what could they say. I was still topless my top torn to sheds and my bra was MIA. Brittney offered me her jean jacket but it didn't really cover much due to my well endowed chest.

The police arrived and took my statement. They wanted to tell my parents but this whole weekend was supposed to be a secret so against their wishes I told them not too. I was examined and was told I should take a test to see if any DNA could be pulled from me.

"I would prefer to just go home officer" I said.

"I understand ma'am just remember we might have only a day or two before we went be able to pull anything please come to the station before then."

After that I was given a new set of clothes and driven home. My parents were surprised to see me home early. I have some half assed excuse and went to bed.

The next day I went to the station and had a test done on me. It didn't matter in the end however he was never caught. There was no camera in the alley, the DNA didn't match any previously known rapists, and they didn't know how he got the key to the alley as they confirmed it was none of the staff of the club.

I graduated shortly after though it wasn't the happy ending I had hoped for. As the months dragged on I feel into a deep depression. My college plans were put on hold, I lost my job, and every night I was back in that alley. **** and **** became an out for me. This led to me getting mixed with the wrong crowd. I would sneak out almost every night to go to a party until I was numb again.

Only a month after my attack I found myself in a strangers bed. I lost my virginity that night to a simple drunken choice. I can't exactly say why I did it maybe I just wanted to feel something. I regretted it the morning after, but that was nothing his bedside whiskey couldn't fix.

I started putting out a lot more after that. Once again I was molested, but Iv typically blamed myself for getting to drunk or asking for it. I developed a routine. I would go out every night, hookup with someone I probably didn't know and then sleep all day all while being as drunk or high as possible.

I ended up getting pregnant 8 months after my attack. I honestly couldn't even tell you who the father was and even if I did I doubt he was father materiel. My parents were furious of course and kicked me out.

In the end I had 3 children all from different men two don't even talk to me anymore. I certainly wasn't the ending I wanted, but it was what I got....