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As far back in childhood as I can remember, people remarked about how mature I was. They couldn’t believe how quietly I would sit as a young child or how I knew how to go to the grocery store and shop for the house by 13 or how I started doing resumes at 15 or how I
As far back in childhood as I can remember, people remarked about how mature I was. They couldn’t believe how quietly I would sit as a young child or how I knew how to go to the grocery store and shop for the house by 13 or how I started doing resumes at 15 or how I
could take care of my younger siblings or go to the doctor by myself or was able to get jobs as a teen with no help. Everyone complimented my mother on how intelligent and well-rounded I was. They noted how trustworthy I was and how rarely I got into even minor trouble.
My mother and father also bragged about how mature I was. By the time I was 18, it was still going strong. People still were floored at how I handled business and stayed out of trouble, didn’t want to party and was pretty chill.
Now during the summer after my freshman year in college, I came home. One night, I was outside with my my then best friend. Some niggas rolled up tryna holler. Two of them and two of us, so it was perfect. I got the driver and my friend got the passenger. They wanted to take us
out. Now it’s maybe 9, so we give them our numbers and tell them holler later. We go in the house fully expecting them to call that night so we could get IHOP or go to the movies. I wash the dishes and take a shower to get ready. Finally, one of the niggas calls and is
like, “Wassup, y’all ready?” By this time it’s maybe 11:30. I’m like, “Yeah, lemme call my girl.” I call her because she lives next door and she’s ready to go. We both quietly leave the house and get in the car. So neither of us asks where we’re going. They pull up next to the
IHOP parking lot and there’s a motel in the same parking lot. My dude gets out and is like, “Hold on.” We’re assuming he’s going into IHOP to see if they have tables because it’s Saturday night and y’all know how IHOP used to be poppin on Saturday night. So he instead goes into
the motel. Me and my homegirl giving each other this look like, “This ain’t what we signed up for.” But still, neither of us says anything. Twenty plus years later I realize she and I were actually afraid to say, “Just take us home.” So he gets back in and drives to another motel
way on the other side of town. Whole time they’re talking to us and joking, being really nice. He gets out at the second motel and I remember wanting to be like, “Dog, you said we were going out,” but fear wouldn’t let me. He goes in gets a room, walks around to my side and opens
the door. My girl and the dude get out. We all go into this double room and we’re still laughing and joking. Maybe after 10 minutes, my dude says he’s ready to lay down. Understand, me and my friend are both still virgins at the time, but we knew WTF “lay down meant.” He takes
off his pants and shoes, still has on shorts, and a t-shirt. My girl and the other dude lay down. I know what is expected, but I’m not going for it. I lay down fully dressed, shoes and all. He spent an hour trying despite my clear verbal and physical denial and he finally just
let it go. I said something and he was like, “Say one more word and you getting the fuck out.” We actually slept and I was unharmed. We got up at 8 AM and they left us there to get home by ourselves. I’m telling this story so that when y’all look at situations with young girls
who being sexually assaulted by these men and talk about how you can’t believe they put themselves in that situations, y’all remember when you were 18, 19, 20 and as mature as you were, still took your ass out with men who could’ve done the same to you. Try empathy and compassion
instead of victim shaming and blaming. But for grace, both my friend and I could’ve been sexually assaulted and much worse by men nobody but us even knew we were with. And both of us were regarded as mature and street smart.
