It happened years ago. The one who had been my boyfriend on an on and off basis for a few years came home to tell me he had been cheating on me, that he was really sorry about it, and that he wanted me to forgive him so that we could start over again. I remember I couldn't stop crying. I told him it was over, but he wouldn't listen. He demanded to kiss me and I said no. He kept on trying to reach my lips while I was sobbing like a child. Finally I asked him to leave and just when we were at the door I saw his eyes and I knew what was going to happen.
He pushed me to the door in a violent way, and stopped me from moving by holding my neck. I was still weeping, and I begged him to leave me alone. He wouldn't. He managed to pull his and my trousers down and did what a dog would do. I said no, no, no... but I was too shocked to scream. I let him do, knowing I would never see him again.
As soon as he had finished he left, and I let myself fall onto the floor and remained there for hours, until it was dark enough to have a shower without having to look at myself in the mirror.
The next morning I told my best friend because I needed to tell someone, I needed to feel less dirty, to be hugged by somebody who truly loved me and who would never do me any harm.
I never spoke about it again.
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