He was a friend. Someone I trusted. We was out with friends as we had been before. Things seemed to be going well. It was then getting late and friends were starting to go in for the night, so I went back to his to call a taxi. We went in his house. No one seemed to be in. I just sat down on the sofa and we was watching tv. He then randomly asked me to have sex with him. I said no, shocked that he had even thought about asking me. He didnt want to take no for an answer. He started trying to kiss me and started trying to pull my clothes off. I said no over and over again, telling him to stop. He didnt listen. I tried to restrain from him, then he started slapping me. It started off as a fairly sharp slap, which then turned into punches in my ribs, I couldnt breathe. I didnt know what to do, I couldnt even move I was in such a state of shock and terror. He then continued to take it further, by pulling off my jeans and raping me. I said no again but he wouldnt stop. I just lay there, tears rolling down the side of my face not knowing what to do. It didnt last long, a couple of minutes, but the damage was done. The taxi arrived and I just walked out without saying a word to him. Once I arrived home I walked in my front door and sat down, my mum and brother was watching tv. Maybe I should have told them. Maybe I wouldnt be in the situation I am today if I told them. But no, I sat there, like everything was ok. Up to this day it effects my everyday, there isnt one day that goes by where I dont think about it. I sometimes think, did i let him do it? Did I not do enough to stop him? Maybe I didnt try hard enough?