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No Means No

Finding Hope in Your Voice

By Alyssa HornPublished 6 years ago 3 min read

In early 2011, I was raped. Not by one person but by two people. Gang members in fact. It was on that night that my world came shattering down around me that I realized I was in fact not as strong as I once thought I was. Little did I know at the time the burden that I was about to have to bear.

At the time I was just a homeless girl in a big city with no family to speak to. Then I met these guys they seemed nice at first...harmless. I could not see the devil that hid beneath the surface when they invited me back to their apartment for the night. I just figured it was a place to crash that wasn't on the street. I was a good girl at the time; I didn't do drugs or hook...mainly I just drank from time to time, but I was trying to pull my life together. On that particular afternoon, it was raining and that is why I took them up on that offer for a place to crash. I was desperately trying to keep dry and their offer seemed like a gift from God.

This next part is the part that haunts me. Not a day goes by that I don't wonder what I could have done differently. But the answer is simple. Nothing! Nothing could have changed the outcome of that situation because they had me picked out from the moment they saw me. It was going to be me! One of the guys made me a drink when we arrived at the apartment and I literally took two drinks from my glass before I blacked out. As I recall when I blacked out the first time it was still light outside because sunlight was streaming through the living room windows. I can remember opening my eyes as I lay on one of the beds in the bedroom. The room was dark by that time, but I could see a faint glimmer of light shining through the bedroom door from the living room. I knew that at least a few hours must have passed if it was already dark at that time...I had no memory of how I had gotten into the bedroom or on the bed. Let alone how I was naked. Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention that part...

One of the guys was on top of me. My body felt almost paralyzed like it couldn't move. No matter how much I wanted to get up and run I couldn't. All I could do was try to scream but nothing came out. Everything was still spinning from whatever they had dosed me with in my drink. Once again I felt myself drift into darkness. Then after what felt like hours later I once again woke to find the other guy on top of me. This time I had a much better grasp on myself as well as my surroundings and I tried to get away. But he held me down choking me and punching me in the ribs. He then proceeded to hit my head into the wall until I once again passed out.

The next morning I woke up sicker than hell laying in the bed between the both of them. The worst part was remembering what they did and knowing that I could do nothing. The bruised ribs hurt like hell too. Those men threatened me as well as my family so I couldn't go to the hospital or the cops...Plus who would believe me because after all, I was just some homeless girl. It took several years before I could tell anyone but by then I had fled the state, gotten my own place, and started college.

You know, it's funny...even though I live in a safe environment now I still check to make sure my door is locked at least five times every night before bed. It is just a natural reaction. And even though its been years and I am in therapy I still shake during sex. This is a case of PTSD...from not dealing with the issue sooner. I am here to say that there is hope! Never be afraid to speak out because you are not alone!

Whether you are a man who might be too nervous to seek help or a woman who has been too beaten down. Just stand and find your voice against rape, against abuse in general because at the end of the day, no means no.


About the Creator

Alyssa Horn

I am a broke college student that is pretty much alone in the world. I'm working on my bachelor's in psychology and then I am going to start my Master's as well as a degree in anthropology. plus I love to write.

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