Last night was the worst night of my life.... god it was so horrible, the complete and total worst ever. :bunny:but the bunny kind of makes it better. So okay...my dad and my mom aren't greatest parents ever and I got beat up really bad by my dad monday night.. and then he came home drunk last night and I was on the internet at this chat room talking to a peer mentor person named alice when he came home... my parents don't like me talking to people just in case I tell someone about what was going on... I have been raped a few times in the past couple of years the first time was in sixth grade and the last was last year.. the tenth grade, and I have a really hard time dealing with it I also cut and i am rather suicidal I tried to kill myself Monday night as well so as I write this my wrists are still bandaged I am probably going to stop by the local crisis center and see if I can get stitched up since they don't ask questions and are condfidential. So about last night.. my dad came home at his usual time and he was drunk off his ass, as usual and started screaming at me then he hit me a couple of times and then presumably went to bed.. at least I thought he did I wait for about two hours my usual routine so I know that everyone is asleep and I can sleep without fear of anything happening to me but as I was walking down the hallway someone grabbed me from behind and starting kissing my neck naturally i started screaming and kicking and fighting but it didn't do me any good. he threw me up against the wall and started ripping off my pants and put his hand up my shirt. I punched him in the face and ran for my bedroom and grabbed the telephone and dialed the only person I knew that would come even close to helping me.. his name is Aaron.. we haven't really talked for about nine months or so but I was hoping that he would have some sympathy and try to help me after about four rings he picked up all I got out was "aaron oh god please" and then my dad grabbed me by my waist and threw me up against the wall and ripped off my shirt and then threw me onto the bed. I just screamed and screamed for someone to help me eventually my dad grew tired of me screaming so he put his hand over my mouth and then i bit him. which gave me just enough time to run into the bathroom which was the only room with a locking door. I ran in and locked the door then shut off the light and curled up in a corner. By this point I was really scared because I didn't know what was going to happen to me.. in a few minutes or so Aaron actually came to my house I could hear him and my father arguing, then I heard the bathroom door unlock and it slowly creaked open my heart was in my throat at about this point and my mouth was dry with the metallic taste of fear but then the light clicked on and it was Aaron. He picked me up and took me to his house and put me up in his room since he knew I felt safe there and just sat on the edge of the bed and watched me cry everyonce in a while he would smother a piece of hair back from my face but other than that he was completely silent after a few minutes he asked me if i was okay all I could do was give him a small nod. then he said that he needed to know what happened just in case he needed to the cops or something. he sat there for a little while longer and patiently waited for me to answer after about five minutes he just sighed and flopped down on the bed next to me... then he reached up a tried to lay his hand on my face and I let a small unintentional squeak escape my lips and his whole expression changed I could barely hear him when he asked the next question "he didn't try to touch you did he, sweetheart?" and all I could do was let out a small squeak and nod then he wrapped his arms around me and let me put my head on his shoulder and I just laid there and cried in fact I fell asleep that way. I woke up in the morning and grabbed my razor and headed off to the shower just as I was getting ready to cut I heard Aaron ask from the other side of the curtain if I was thinking about cutting and I gave a sheepish no.. he stuck his hand through the shower curtain and said gimme I sat my razor in his hand..and waited... I could hear him make a small sighing noise as he inspected the razor then he informed me that he had made me some breakfast of course it was my favorite pancakes with peanut butter and strawberries so after i took my shower i went down stairs wearing his bathrobe which brought inquiring looks from his mother.. and a look of hurt on aaron's face which I couldn't figure out why until I noticed that the bathrobe wasn't long enough to cover up the scars on my thighs he asked if I wanted to talk about it and I said no and that was that we watched a few movies after breakfast then he brought me home because my dad is on a business trip for the next two weeks.. he left me his cell phone number with a hug and a kiss and now here I am.