So, Olivia decided she wants to be a help and listening ear to young girls and boys who are to the age of dating. So, she began to let people tell her their stories.
I first met Jack *at a BBQ dinner during my college’s Freshman Orientation.
He was cracking jokes and making everyone laugh. He seemed like such a fun guy. He was also a Christian—the perfect package.Within a month we were dating. I was flattered that Jack wanted to pursue me and excited about the way he showered me with affection.He would send me flowers. He’d also buy me cards and write Scripture mixed with professions of his love for me.I wanted to believe he was really sincere. So I blinded myself to how he was slowly changing.When we first started dating he loved everything about me—the way I dressed, my laugh, my relationship with God, the way I interacted with my girlfriends. But it wasn’t long before he started to pick on small things.One day he decided he didn’t like my roommate.The Search for Healing.Eight months later I found myself standing in a crowded court room.I had been told that going through the legal process would feel like being raped a second time, but actually it was worse.Even after sharing every intimate detail of the rape, Jack was still found not guilty—insufficient evidence. Case closed.After that I fell into a deep depression. The college I attended said Jack would be allowed to register for classes. Innocent until proven guilty.In the months that followed, Jack stalked me. He followed me to my classes, to the cafeteria, to my dorm.The helplessness I had felt during the rape was now multiplying, as I felt more and more helpless on campus.Finally I reached a breaking point and started contemplating suicide.Around that time I attended a chapel service on campus.A man named Stephen Arterburn was scheduled to speak. I expected him to talk about some recent missions trip or sha
That night I couldn’t go to sleep. As I thought about what Mark had said, I let my pain and anger surface. Tears finally came, followed by sleep.For the next few weeks, I went through 8 to 12 hours of therapy a day—sometimes in group sessions, sometimes individually.It was really hard—hard to face my fears, hard to let all my emotions out. But through the process God brought a lot of healing...[ The Necessity of Forgiveness ].When I came home from the clinic, memories of the rape haunted me day and night.Feelings of being trapped would grip me when I’d least expect it.It took me a while to realize that if I wanted to move on in the healing process, I would have to forgive Jack.If I didn’t let go of my bitterness, it would destroy me. So I chose to forgive, but I soon learned it would be an ongoing process.One night I needed to use a restroom at a grocery store. It was in a very obscure pl
Hey mum, I'm going to go now! I'll see you at around 11 tonight, okay?' I said as I opened the front door. Tonight was going to bea really fun night, I was going to meet up with some mates at a party.'Alrighty, have fun and stay safe,' my mother called out to me and gave me a hug goodbye.Once I got to the party and said hello to everyone I decided to have a drink. After a while I felt dizzy and thought it was best to drink some water.I heard that if you drink water after you've had some alcohol, the effects of the alcohol will slowly wear off.*A few hours later*'Oh my gosh, I'm so DRUNK!' My friend screamed as she held another shot up and quickly drank it.'Hey, I better get going, See you tomorrow, Beth!' I called to her. It was getting late and I didn't want to worry my mum.'Oh come on! Stay for a little bit? Or atleast let me drive you
I awoke the next day, my head spun even more then ever and there was a little bit of dried blood that stained my face from the hits I recieved from James previously.'Good morning,' He smiled down at me, I looked across, he was sitting in bed next to me.I remained silent, what was I to say? Today was the day he would take away all of my dignity.He rasied his hand to my face, I cringed and backed away from his hand.'Relax, I'm not going to hurt you,' he said and placed his cold hand on my sore face.'Don't, it hurts,' I sobbed.'I'm sorry, I don't like to hit women, but sometimes I get a little ..angry.' James sighed.'I've noticed,' I replied.He then got out of bed and grabbed a black blindfold and sat next to me again. He stretched the elastic at the back and put the blindfold over my eyes.'What the hell!' I said and pushed hi
All I could hear was the loud pitter-patter that the shower made, I closed my eyes as I counted to 10and wished that all the pain would go away, and that somehow I would maybe wake up and be somewhere else, by myself, and regain my sanity.I didn't want to open my eyes and see him standing there, staring down at me like an object, but I couldn't sit here forever, I slowly opened my tired eyes and saw that he was gone, probaly waiting for me outside.All the blood was nearly gone, washed away. Yet the pain still remained.'Ahh.. fuck,' I groaned in pain as I stood up.I reached for the tap and turned the shower off, grabbing a clean white towel with pretty blue lace and wrapped it around myself.What should I do? Here I am in some strangers bathroom, torn between facing my fears and dealing with James, or hiding in here,like the poor little broken girl I have become.The
I woke up and found that I was alone, the drugs have finally worn off and I gained my movement.I was still in that lounge room sort of place and looked around for James, where was he?'Hello, you,' he winked and then sat beside me.'Hi,' I sighed and looked down at my naked and abused body, I was so disqusting.. I once was a beautiful and confident girl, now I'm nothing.'It's 9 o clock, get up and make me breakfast,' He said while pushing me off the couch.'No! Make your own damn breakfast, smartass,' I snapped.'Just do it, Ally,' He said and gave me a look that sent shivers all down my body.I got onto my feet and pulled some clothes on, they were the same old clothes still.. They started to look old and sort of dirty, once again I sighed.'If you behave then maybe I'll buy you some clothes today?' He suggested. it was a bribe. Fuck him.
After I was forced to give him head, all I did was stay there on the ground.I started crying more, I placed my two hands over my face and sobbed.'I.. want.. to.. go.. home!' I barely managed to choke out over my cries.'Aww, Ally, no need to cry.. I know I've been a little harsh on you lately.. How about I let you go outside for a couple of minuets so you can get some fresh air?' He suggested and reached out to my hand. I grabbed his hand and he tugged me up, giving me a hug.I was a mess, I didn't want to fight because I knew it would result in more pain for me.. Yet if I gave in I would be seen as 'weak''No, take me home, please! I'll give you anything.. Money, clothes, food?' I begged.He wrapped his arms tighter around me so my face was resting on his chest, it felt so warm.'Al, you live here now.. I've already told you that! I'll give you everything as long as yo
I opened my eyes, there in front of me was the one person on this Earth I wanted to see the least. James.'I .. I'm so..' I stuttered.'Sorry? Fuck off, I already warned you about running off, you're going to regret this,' he replied and grabbed me. He hung me over his shoulder as he walked back to his house.The walk took ages, I must of ran really far away.. I wonder how he found me?'You're so stupid, there is NO way you'll EVER get away, you hear me?' he asked and gripped me harder.'Don't hurt me, I won't do it again.. I promise!' I begged and started to cry.The tears ran down my cheeks, soking his shirt. I gave up, I wanted to die.. There was no way for me to get away from this.. I'd have to live through this for the rest of my life.Once we reached the house, he kicked the door open with his foot. It was obvious he was furious.'