“Ellie,” Jack whispered in my ear, “Let’s go somewhere more… private.”

“OK,” I agreed.

I had known him for 2 weeks now, and only one kiss. But that kiss was so romantic, so sweet, that I longed for more.

He led me up a narrow staircase. I clutched his hand as my barefeet hit the tan carpet with every step. I heard the party down below and was glad to be out of it, glad to be with Jack.

We got to the top of the stairs. Jack led me to the farthest room and opened the dorr for me. I stepped in. Immediately I saw the bed. A queen with a big, fluffy comforter. I tried to look around but couldn’t in the dark. My hand went to the light switch.

I felt Jack’s hand block mine. “Leave it dark.” He whispered. I quickly obligued. Jack took my hand and led me to the bed. He didn’t get on it but looked at me through the darkness.

“You’re beautiful, Ellie.” He said. I laughed. “No really.” He said. I saw his face moving toward mine. He gently kissed me. I closed my eyes. He led me down onto the bed.

It was wonderful just being there with him.

I felt his hand go under my shirrt. I didn’t stop him. I felt his hand go between my breasts and back down then slide to my back, where he began to undo my brastrap.

“Hey,” I pushed him off me. “Let’s go slower.”

He laughed.

He laughed?

How could he laugh?

Oh my God, what was happening?

I trtied to get up off the bed. He pushed me down.

“Jack…”

“Shut up Ellie.”

I was beginning to cry. “Shut up!” he whispered loudly.

Was this Jack?

“Help!” I yelled.

“Shut up!” He hissed amd wacked my face.

He raped me.

And when he was done with me he left, leaving me naked on the bed.

I got dressed quickly and went downstairs. I didn’t see him anywhere. My friend Tiffany asked me wher I had been. I just shrugged. “Leave me alone.” I sobbed.

“What’s wrong?” Tiffany asked.

I turned my tear-streaked face toward her and said, “He raped me.”