Ron once held me against the bed, his body against mine. Telling me it could get much worse, if I kept “talking back”… I refused to back down, but he made sure I knew. I refused to stop struggling… but he made sure I knew.
After this, a while after, because I refused to just back down. He took me to one of his friend’s, a disabled man living across the street from Fairview Park Mall. Who touched my genitals… while I using his computer. I was working on websites, I wanted to be on a computer more than anything, so I let him. I felt I deserved it… I felt I deserved to be abused, I deserved to be hurt this way. When I told Ron I would be willing to go back. He seemed, to understand to never bring me there again.