Where did I go wrong? “Stop Clifford,” Neaveh said. "No, bitch. Lay there and don't get up!" “What have I done?” while I was lying he began to take off my clothes. “Didn't I tell you to stay still? I'll kill you if you move again,” he pulled out a knife. “I'm sorry, I'm scared, please stop,” I kept asking him. I cried and cried and before I knew it he was pushing it into me and I was crying and he still kept going. He pumped in and out of me more than five times. He pushed it all the way in and groaned and pulled it out. “Good girl, bitch” “Why?” I came home at 2:20, ran to the bathroom, my dad came and knocked on the bathroom door. “Neveah, come out of this bathroom now. What's your problem if you come to my house at two twenty in the morning?" All she could hear were sobs. "Open the door honey, what's wrong?" I opened the door and hugged my father. “Honey you have to tell me what happened.” “Daddy,” she sobs. “This boy from my school got on top of me.” “Are you sure, honey?” He looked down and then saw the blood. “We're going to stick out report to the police.”“No, he told me that would kill me if I told anyone but I trust you.”“Okay honey, go take a bath and then go to sleep.” It's bleeding down there." "Take a bath and put on a clean pair of panties." "Okay." I went into the bathroom and ran some water in the tub. I went in and my privates started throbbing. That was the first time I had sex and I hated it. I washed myself, then I got out of the tub and put on my bathrobe. I went into my room to put on another pair of underwear. I noticed that I was still bleeding I knew what to do I went to sleep. As I lay in my bed I prayed that it was all a dream and that when I woke up it would all be a dream. My alarm went off and I woke up feeling a little depressed because I could still remember what happened last night I was debating whether or not to go to school today. I felt really wet and hot. I got out of bed to go to the bathroom.