When I was twelve, I was in 4-H. Nobody thought of monsters in such a wholesome group, and children rarely thought of monsters anywhere. So when I asked to go to summer camp, it was approved.
I was a little excited and a little sad, because my birthday was the Friday of camp, so I wouldn't be home.
We got to camp, and of course, I got lost from my group almost instantly because I had my nose in my book. And then, of course, I literally walked into someone.
He was taller than me. He was also older. And when I got up and picked my stuff up and apologized, he was kind of cute, maybe. I wasn't that attentive to boys yet.
He asked me a few questions, like what was my name, what county was I from and who were my leader and counselor. Once he figured it out, he led me to my cabin. He told me he'd see me later, and he hoped I was a swimmer, because he was the Lake instructor. Then he smiled, waved, and ran off.
He ate with my group several times, and would talk to me between groups. When he and some of my new friends found out my birthday was Friday, they started planning on a small "party" at the goodnight dance. I wasn't supposed to find out, but I overheard them. I didn't tell them.
The week flew by, and Friday afternoon, the girls were all helping me get ready. I was wearing the dress I'd brought. It had thick straps but was sleeveless. It was black with crimson roses and silver glitter. I had pantyhose, and one of the girls had silver dress shoes with small heels that she let me borrow. Someone else had bought me silver leaf earrings as a present. I had a black and silver scarf that I wrapped around my neck. The older girls helped me curl my hair and pull it into an updo. Then they did my makeup.
I felt really grown up, being all dressed up and a teenager, finally. And Jason had asked me to be his dance partner. Like, go to the dance WITH HIM! I guessed that the odd feelings in my stomach was me growing up.
So we all showed up at the dance. People gave me presents, the whole camp sung happy birthday to me. There was a small plate of cupcakes Jason had snuck out of the kitchen. Then we all danced, ate and drank for a few hours.
Jason pulled me aside and told me he had something he wanted to show me. I asked him if it was okay for us to leave the dance alone. He said he was a counselor, so he could do what he wanted. Besides, we'd come right back.
So I went with him. He led me to the cabins, then back to the lake. We stood behind a cabin, under the clothesline. He pointed out to the reflection of the full moon on the lake. My breath caught and I whispered how beautiful I thought it was. He said it wasn't as beautiful as me. Then he asked me if I had a boyfriend back home. I didn't, but I was feeling really strange, so I said I did. He asked if I thought my boyfriend would mind if he borrowed me for a few minutes. I asked him what he meant. He walked over to me, pressed me against the pole and kissed me. I was shocked so I gasped and when I opened my mouth, he put his tongue inside. I pulled away and slapped him and pushed away and ran. He laughed after me that he knew I liked it. I looked back to see where he was because I could hear him running behind me. I tripped and fell and hit a rock. When I woke up, my scarf tied one foot to the foot of the bed, and my pantyhose tied the other. My dress had both hands tied to the headboard together. My bra and panties were thrown in the corner and were wet.
He came in from the bathroom in just his boxers. He put his mouth on me down there, and he bit me. Then he put his thing in my mouth and made me suck it. He slapped me a lot of times and yelled at me a bunch and called me really bad names. I was crying quietly, facing the wall, when he got between my legs and pushed in. It hurt real bad and I passed out. When I woke up he was still in me but he started moving real fast and grunting a lot. Then he put his stuff in me. He punched me again, once in the stomach and once in the face before he untied me and threw me in the corner and dumped a bucket of water all over me. He told me to get a shower and wash all the blood off and to get all his stuff out of me. I was crying hard and asked him why me. He said I was a loner weirdo book freak so no kids would believe me, and I was just a kid so no adult would believe me and that I was ugly enough to be desperate but pretty enough to fuck. I screamed and threw a shoe at him, then Ms Kathy came in and I passed out. Next thing I remember is the hospital.
