Dear Interscare and Interscarewifey, I have a true story for your channel. I am going to write this in my words and I trust you will change the wording as necessary, for which I give my permission. This story takes place when I was 15. I am 48 now and I am a female. I was at a party with a guy friend of mine and the party was full of underaged teens, all drinking too. I was drunk by the time my friend's curfew was approaching and he had to go.

I came from a home where I had no curfew and I wasn't ready to stop partying so a guy from my biology class offered to give me a ride home. It wasn't long before "John" said he was ready to leave. We didn't head to my house right away. He hooked up with an older guy he knew and the guy handed him a bottle. It was Everclear. I told John I didn't want any but that I was thirsty. He handed me a can of mountain dew. It tasted funny but he told me it was just because it was flat. I know now he had spiked it with the Everclear. I told him I wanted to go home and he began to drive.

He passed my house and I told him to turn around but he didn't. He drove behind the super market. I opened the door to his truck and began to puke out the door of it. He came and closed the door when I was done and I thought he was going to take me home but he didn't. Instead he slid over to my side of the truck and started kissing me. I tried to fight him off but it was like I was trapped inside my body. I couldn't move.

I began to sob and begged him to stop. He just ignored me and pulled every article of my clothing off, despite my protests. He pinned me up against the inside passenger door of his truck and violently S. A. 'd me. I was crying and saying No, over and over but he didn't care. He kept asking me if it felt good but I just sobbed and begged him to stop. I don't remember what happened next but

I then became somewhat aware that he was driving and I was lying on the seat of his truck with my head in his lap. I heard other voices. They were male. He then grabbed my hands and pulled them over my head and held them in his lap while someone else was assaulting me. When that one stopped it began again so I think it was yet another guy. He was very violent, grabbing my chest while he did it and swore at me the whole time, calling me horrible names. I never opened my eyes but I tried to scream when a hand covered my mouth.

It seemed to go on forever. I don't know how the next part came about but I remember someone was putting my clothes back on me, minus my bra and underwear, speaking to me in a soothing voice, reassuring me that I was safe. I recognized it as the voice of my friend, Mike. Somehow I was in his jeep and then I was on the couch in my living room. He had taken me home and went and woke up my mom.

I guess he had tried to take me to the hospital but they wouldn't take me (this Info is from him filling me in later) so he took me home. I remember my mom's voice then and she was furious at me even though they told her that they came upon us in the driveway of another party just after the last guy that John allowed to assault me had finished. Apparently John was getting 40.00 a piece to let guys assault me. I later learned that there had actually been 4 that had paid for their turn. I only remember John and then two more but I later learned there had been 4 plus John.

The last one was the one who had been so rough. The next day I saw that I was covered in bruises and bite marks. My mom blamed me for it all for being so stupid to stay instead of leaving the party with my guy friend that I had gone there with in the first place. It took me many years to get past my self blame and loathing for my assaults. John made sure to get his version of events out before I did so I never reported any of it to the police.

That morning, I woke up in the hospital. I apparently had suffered alcohol poisoning and, according to the doctor, I was lucky to be alive. He said that if I hadn't vomited up some of the alcohol I probably wouldn't have survived. I was in a hospital gown and I saw all kinds of bite marks on various intimate areas of my body. I saw what were for sure finger bruises around my neck.

Looking back I can't believe the police weren't called or an S. A. Kit done. But it was a relatively small Midwest town and they apparently just didn't "get it" or perhaps, because of the alcohol poisoning everyone thought I deserved anything that happened to me. As I reflected on the events from the night before I remembered a time when I was lying with my head in John's lap that I was struggling to breathe and that nobody was helping me. This was most likely from the alcohol poisoning and my respiration were depressed from the alcohol poisoning. I also thought that I remembered feeling hands around my neck several times.

I remember feeling my head being lifted up to be shown to someone and John asking if he wanted to S. A. Me. I think he was the first one after John. According to the rumors that were going around it was the same man who bought John the Everclear. He was in his 30's. I don't know how old John's dad was but he had to have been in his 40's. I was a child. Despite what many people thought, this was not my fault. One of those grown men should have said "no" and called my mom.

Instead they were pedos who took advantage of an incapacitated child. Throughout the rest of my high school years John would wait in the halls for me to get out of class and follow me through the halls telling anyone who would listen that I had drunk, like, 2 beers and was throwing myself at him, begging him to "F" me. He claimed I was faking like I was drunk so I could have an excuse later for WILLINGLY be roughed up by 4 men one one teenager. He and his cohorts would follow me from class to class and say "oh I'm so drunk" in a high pitched voice, pretending to be speaking in my voice.

Even as I walked across the stage to get my high school diploma they said it. I heard it loudly coming from the seats of my classmates There were rumors that the rough one had been his dad but I will never know and I don't want to know.

After graduation I joined the Army where I lesrned how to look out for myself, the art of drinking in moderation, and how to do my best to avoid situations where I become a victim. Sadly, I ended up being followed back to my room in the barracks after getting a drink from the drinking fountain at 0200 hrs by a drunken fellow soldier who pushed his way into my room.

Once again by the time someone was brave enough to rescue me it was too late. I am now 100 % service connected disabled for PTSD. The VA denied my claim from 2008 until December 2022 based on the idea that my PTSD was strictly from what happened to me back in highschool and had NOTHING to do with the assault in the barracks.

I was inspired by a dear friend to hire an attorney and fight the VA for what was right unlike I did when I was 15. It was very empowering to finally stand up for myself the way I wasn't able to back when I was 15.

I refuse to go to any of my highschool reunions because I fear running into him/them. So, to John and the other guys who seemed to enjoy assaulting and ruining the life an incapacitated 15 year old girl... Let's not meet again. It is in YOUR best interest.

EDIT Please, if you are dying to tell me that if I hadn't been at a party drinking that never would have happened to me, I've spent my life aftarwards being told that by my mother but let me just say that these were fully grown men (except for John) and I was below the age of censent. Also, because of my condition, I was incapable of putting up a fight much less providing INFORMED consent. If you ever want to know more about consent watch "Cup of Tea Consent.

https://youtu.be/oQbei5JGiT8?si=CHaZHrIk9ZIQT9x4