Uncomfortable and Powerless

Once three years ago I was in a situation where I was extremely uncomfortable and felt powerless. I was at a frat party with a couple of my really close friends and we were drinking pretty heavily that night and I was put into a situation where I did not know what to do, I was frozen with fear. I had just finished using the restroom when a guy walked in. I had finished drying my hands and was hurrying to leave when he grabbed me. I did not know what to do so I told him to let me go and he didn't. I asked again and he just grabbed me harder and was trying to drag me into the corner, I was so scared I didn't know what to do I tried to yell but he covered my mouth. I ended up kneeing him right in the groin and he removed his hand and slapped me so hard that I fell to the ground. At this point I was screaming and my one friend ended up rushing in.

When he came in and saw me on the ground with blood coming out of my mouth and my clothes ripped he lost it. He started yelling at the guy and just going crazy. I just wanted to leave before everyone came in and saw. I didn't want everyone to know what had happened I just want to leave and forget all about it. It was like I wanted to curl up in a ball and just vanish. After what felt like forever he came over to me and gave me his jacket, I was in so much shock I could not even get up. All I could think of was why did this happen to me, what did I do?

Once we got back to my place he told me I needed to call the police but I did not want anyone to know what had happened. I pretty much argued with him till he told me if I didn't want someone else going through what I just went threw I need to make the call. I did end up calling and when they came and saw me they told me I needed to go to the hospital and get looked at. They did end up driving me and my friend because I did not want to go alone. When we got there I was put in an exam room all by myself and had to have x-rays done to make sure nothing was broken. Thankfully nothing was I was just really sore and bruised. After I was done the police came in and asked all sorts of questions that I tried to answer as good as I can. Thankfully after about 2 hours of being there I was able to go home.

In the end I realized that I was glad my friend told me to call the police and that I went and got check out. They did end up catching they guy; he was hiding in his friend's basement. They took him to jail and that's where he stayed for almost 2 years. I hope that I never have to experience or feel that way ever again. Because if was the worst thing that has ever happened to me and on a positive note it has made me a stronger person.