Blackbird89
Bronze Member
I dated this guy Blake from January of 2007 graduation in 2007 until October of that year; our family's had known each other all our lives. He was pretty amazing. Rich, handsome, kind of an asshole. He had a twin brother. They got me into all sorts of drugs, money, partying and sexual insanity as a teenager. I actually did love Blake but something told me that his personality would end up as bad as his crazy psychopathic twin. When I broke up with Blake, he lost it; he'd be planning on asking me to marry him that Christmas.
My therapist had me write out with as much detail as I could remember what happened that night but here's the really condensed version.
I was drugged on my parents property (they weren't home and I was late getting home, out of town for Christmas) with a surgical paralytic, the kind that allows you to feel everything but you're unable to move and taken by car to somewhere several counties away from. Both brothers were high on meth when this happened. They tied me to the bed, beat me, raped me, both together and separately, forced more drugs, including several doses of heroin in me and left me along the side of the road near my parents home.
I went to the hospital without telling my parents what happened. It took over 4 years (thankfully) for the twin to be caught and sentenced. Blake shot himself 6 days later, presumably out of guilt or fear of being caught and his brother is spending the next 25 years in jail. There was a trial after I decided to seek mental health. I went through a series of sad excuses for mental health professionals before finding my personal Superman.
Here I am 8 years later, still plagued by it daily and in my sleep. No one I have ever met had understood and my therapist suggested I give this a try.
My therapist had me write out with as much detail as I could remember what happened that night but here's the really condensed version.
I was drugged on my parents property (they weren't home and I was late getting home, out of town for Christmas) with a surgical paralytic, the kind that allows you to feel everything but you're unable to move and taken by car to somewhere several counties away from. Both brothers were high on meth when this happened. They tied me to the bed, beat me, raped me, both together and separately, forced more drugs, including several doses of heroin in me and left me along the side of the road near my parents home.
I went to the hospital without telling my parents what happened. It took over 4 years (thankfully) for the twin to be caught and sentenced. Blake shot himself 6 days later, presumably out of guilt or fear of being caught and his brother is spending the next 25 years in jail. There was a trial after I decided to seek mental health. I went through a series of sad excuses for mental health professionals before finding my personal Superman.
Here I am 8 years later, still plagued by it daily and in my sleep. No one I have ever met had understood and my therapist suggested I give this a try.
