So you know when you go on vacation for the summer you expect things to go well? Everyone expects it to be good; everyone expects it to be safe but sometimes. Sometimes things go horribly wrong and this is a good case of that.
I had been invited to go with my friend to her mothers’ friends’ house. It sounded like a wonderful idea, a chance to go be in the woods for a couple of days, near a river during the summer, and as attached as I was to my computer, it was just for a weekend, so I didn’t really see any issue in going even though in the pit of my stomach, something felt off. I dismissed the feeling though, I dismissed it even though something about the trip just made me feel ill, and when the time came for me to go I was undecided but I still went.
Even at the beginning of the trip it was a bit strange, I was sitting in the car packed with four other people, people weren’t really talking to each other, which for the people that I was with, was strange. Was out of their character really, most of them were extroverts which was good but it was just a car full of silence for over two hours. Two hours in the central valley in a car, with no air conditioning with no one talking was a bit uncomfortable, so I spoke up and I said something.
I started asking questions about the area, and about just simple things about the people and although I got some good answers. There were a few answers that I got really, really generic, the kind of answers that one would consider to be slightly canned. The strange sick feeling came again, the slight panic that one would get when dealing with some dangerous feat that they had never done before, but we were just going to a house to spend time with nice people right?
We got there, and what I saw of the house I already knew at least I was going to have problems. The house was rather run down, and although I have a broken sense of smell, I could still get the faint scent of mold, a strong musty scent. When we entered into the building, there was a man that I saw and immediately, the moment I saw the man I knew I was going to have issues. I knew that hungry look that he gave me when he saw me, I knew it, because I had seen that horrible disgusting look before on others that had hurt me. I felt the sick feeling once again about the realization about what I was feeling, I tried to just not think about the horrible thoughts that went screaming back into my head from other times a man has hurt me. I tried to go out the back of the house to sit on the deck to just try to focus on other things and tell myself that things were going to be alright but when I went for the door, the man grabbed me by my arm and tried to sweet talk me. Tried to sweet talk me, forcefully, even though he was a father, and his child was right there, and his wife was in the other room. I dismissed it, I shouldn’t have but I did.
The rest of the night I tried to stay close to my friend, made sure to be in a different room from the man the entire night and I did well but ever single chance the man got he tried to make a forceful flirtatious pass at me. I did my best not to look at him, did my best not to even talk to the man but he was there and he was much taller and much stronger than me. That night I woke up every other hour because I didn’t trust him, and I didn’t trust the dark of when I would be sleeping.
The next day, everyone had decided to go down to the creek and so I wanted to go to, I figured it would be a good way to get away from the house and just spend some time near the water, away from everything, and there were black berry bushes so I felt safe. Too bad I ended up falling in the bushes a couple of times and I didn’t really have a hard time getting down the hill, which turned out to be a mountain. Thought it was a hill, but it was a mountain. I fell a few times landed in the dirt and that is how I landed in the blackberry bushes the first time, the second time I tripped over myself and landed sideways in them. When the time came to go back up, I started and I being afraid of heights ended up getting stuck, oh and I’m also terribly clumsy. So I got stuck and guess who took the chance to come rescue me. The horrible man, sure he did help me but every single chance he got he made sure to feel something, and when I had started to panic over everything and when I started to push him away because I didn’t want him to touch me, that’s when he forced himself on me, and he kissed me and I shook away nearly screaming but nothing came out, I was terrified. I didn’t want to stay stuck on the mountain I just wanted to go home and away from this horrible place. I did finish getting up the hill, I finished getting into the house and I hid in a room, locked away and sunburned till it was time to go.
I didn’t know what to tell my friend or her mom, didn’t know what to say to them about anything. I told them about the man and about what he did. The worst part about all of it was, that they didn’t believe what the man had done to me, how that filth had touched me, and had used a moment when I was vulnerable to try to hurt me further. I haven’t talked to that friend since then, because I don’t think she will ever believe me. That was and will always be one of the worst Summer trips I have ever had to experience.