Your UnSlut Project

Submitted by @trustmeyoureperfect

In middle school I was always bullied a lot. Never "slut" shaming, but pretty much everything else. That was middle school through half of freshman year. Then something changed. Everyone wanted to talk to me and everyone knew about me. Nothing changed about me but the people around me were different. To this day my only explanation for it is puberty.

People loved me but I still hated myself and I didn't know why. I'd been self harming for a year and a half but never anything drastic. Not until guys got worse. They'd been asking me out and I'd politely deny them. My mistake. They stated to get physical and I didn't know what to do. I started to think it was normal and that that's how things just happened. But behind my back I was branded as "easy," simply because I couldn't stop people from doing things. Even going as far as a guy holding me after class, kissing me, putting his hands up my shirt, and trying to get in my pants. I could have lived with that but then it got worse.

My friends, let's call them Stacy (my best friend at the time), Rick, Andrew (who I thought I was in love with, and who said he loved me, but I'll get into that later), Justin, and his 5 year old sister Macy, her 9 year old friend Mallory, and I were walking around their neighborhood and past the elementary school to take Mallory home. When we passed the elementary school there were a couple guys smoking weed and getting drunk. Instinctively I told the girls to look the other way. So the guys shouted at me, "Shut up you stupid bitch." I was used to things like that so we just kept walking.

We dropped Mallory off at her house and started walking back the way we came. From that direction walked the three guys. I moved Macy behind me as they approached us. "Can I help you?" I remember saying, annoyed they came anywhere near us.

"I thought I told you to fuck off," one of them, let's call him Shawn, said to me.

"Let's just go," Stacy said with the rest of the group, and they started to walk off.

Shawn blocked me, though. "I'm gonna fucking bitch slap you." He threatened me. I'm not sure why he did this. I'm still not. I do know that I didn't move, so I suppose I was challenging him. So he slapped me.

I raised my head and looked him straight in the eye: "Can we go now?" I tried challenging him at that point. He deserved it.

The other guy, let's call him Jim, chimed in: "Hug her as punishment." He did just see him slap me, right? Shawn then hugged me. I stood there limp and unmoving, becoming slightly worried about the situation.

He wasn't letting go. My friends weren't doing anything but sighing. "I'm not letting go until you hug me back," he finally said. I was more annoyed at this point than anything else. So out of frustration I hugged him, then tried again to push away. Surprise surprise, he didn't let go. Instead he bent down and picked me up and started walking away.

"Come on Lily, stop messing around. Let's go," I remember my friends sighing at me. (Sorry, I'm kind of in the middle of being kidnapped over here.) Obviously, asking them to put me down wasn't working and neither was demanding it.

That's when Macy started to cry. Loudly. "You made her cry. Good job. Get over here!" Great friends. But it did give the guys enough of a reason to set me down. But blocked my path. One of them held me while the other texted himself from my phone. They each hugged me 20 times or so before finally letting me go.

My friends were mad at me. "I was being kidnapped but thanks for the help." I was understandably upset with them. Their response? "We would have called someone if they went much further."

That was just my first encounter with them. While I was at the park with Stacy, Shawn showed up. He was talking to us but he wasn't doing anything bad so I let him talk to us. I'm a forgiving person. Until he randomly grabbed me by my throat and start choking me. Stacy had to leave and I was left alone with him. Thanks girl -.-