#3

#3

On getting to my room, I didn’t see my fat roommate; I saw someone else I’m guessing should be my 300l roommate. Well I introduced myself sha hoping I wouldn’t get snubbed. Then I said “you must be my 300l “roomy”” *with a HUGE confused smile*Then she went “no, am actually your 200l roommate” *at this point I was already freaking out. Like WTH (what the heck) is going on here? She continued “the HUGE girl you saw here just slept over here. I was staying in her room so we swopped, but am back now”*in my head I went “blood of Jesus” they did it better than Ashton Kutcher.* I felt stupid at that point.” Anyways my actual roommate is really cute and hot, so we could live together. *I was disappointed I didn’t get the chance to wring that girl before she left L*

As weeks passed, the love and trust I had for my 200l roommate grew. We didn’t have a 300l roommate fortunately; so we lived happily without any intrusion. My roommate was the party type and I was soon introduced to the party scene. I really didn’t care what anyone thought because I believed every single thing my roomy did was right. She got me stuff after getting back from her various outings. I started seeing myself in a whole new level. My roommate’s mum was totally in support of her daughter’s act, so I didn’t see anything wrong.

We then went home for holiday. I was home with my cousin, my parents went on a business trip, they left money for us, it was like heaven. My cousin knew I was a “CLUBBERHOLIC” so we partied together. Life felt very great.

One day, I didn’t go out, only my cousin did. When he returned, my cousin banged the gate of the house uncontrollably, I opened the gate, it was then I knew he was drunk. I helped him into his room, took care of him and locked the door. I went to sleep. The next day he repeated the same act, I helped him as usual. Unknowing to me, while I turned to go into his bathroom, he dragged me from my back and raped me, and then I knew he pretended to be drunk just to achieve his aim. It was terrible because my parents weren’t around. Night after night, he raped me five consecutive times. I felt very devastated. I didn’t know where to start, he ran away from our house. I was very much bitter.

My parents got back the next day and took me to a hospital because I was just crying nonstop. The doctor advised them to take me into a rehab. It took me months to recover fully.