I? I was 15. I had been at my new school all of 2 seconds when my friend (who didn't even go to my school) decided we were gonna have friends over while my parents were at a church fundraiser. I invited to boy who had been making googly eyes at me from across the gym. Well she, she invited 6 guys who I didn't even know existed until that night. The boy I invited brought a friend and a friend of a friend. Everything was all okay until that friend of a friend had to go and run his big ol fat mouth.  Fast forward an hour or 2 and everyone is outside after a fight in my kitchen against 6 random dudes and the friend of a friend. It starts to get closer and closer to the time my parents were supposed to be home so I finally get the six random guys to leave  and goggly eyes is no where to be found along with his friend so I'm stuck talking to friend of a friend. He's sweet so I walk him to his car thinking nothing of it when he starts crying over his ex and I'm stuck just listening and waiting for it to be over. Then after an hour of talking outside his car he asks for my number. And at this point I didn't know you could say no to these kinds of things so I gave him my number. That friend of a friend soon became someone I would half heartedly call mine. He was still mine after he ***** me. He was still mine after he let his friends **** me. He was still mine when he broke my nose. He was still mine after his mom found out and told me he must really like me bc he hurt me. He hurt me like when little boys tease little girls and calling it liking. I was his and he was everybody else's. I didn't know I could say no to this theses kinds of things.