My name is First Name

Okey, thank you for this space. My story happened some time ago but i only recently remembered it so here i go: I was 15, had a boyfriend at a time and i met a boy/friend my age, A. We knew each other trough his guitar teacher who lived in my village but we didn't know each other well. A had lived with the guy for a period of time because he couldn't stay with his foster family. We met in my village and wanted to visit the guitar teacher who wasnt home at that time. We ended up breaking into his house from the backyard and cooking something in his kitchen, i think it was eggs. Afterwards we went exploring in the house and A took a bottle of some herbal schnaps from the basement (i was too scared to go down there because of the spiders). We went to the place where A had lived before, we could only reach it trough the balcony, it was like a seperate mini house over the carport. We went in, there were some artcollections in the first room and we reached the upper room trough a ladder we pulled up after us. There we hung out, we talked, he shared a lot about his trauma and we got drunk. He knew, that i was in a relationship and therefore wasn't interested in him romantically. He ended up getting me really drunk, that was also the only time i have ever had periods of blackout with drinking. I thought he was also as drunk as me and i remember him encouraging me to drink a lot. Maybe even emotionally force me to do it. I remember at one point being conscious and seing that it was dark and that i had many missed calls and texts from my mom but i was too drunk to get up or care. i was on a matrace in the small room, he had been on a chair and then at some point he was there with me. i remember him undressing me and i also remember grasping my shorts with all the force i got when he tried to remove them. I was laying there in my blue bra and im not sure if i ended up naked from the waist down or not. I remember him trying to penetrate me and i remember being too drunk to speak but grasping his penis to not let him enter me, i remember him penetrating my hand and i remember getting conscious again and him still doing something. i don't know if he was inside me or not that time. I do remember that his penis had at least touched my vulva and that i grasped it with my hands to not let him in and then him penetrating my hand. I remember feeling shame about having pubic hair. I don't remember what happened, i think he didn't climax and the guitar teacher found us. he turned on the lights, he saw A naked and tried to pull the (blue) blanket off me. I held it as strong as i could. He said that the police had called him and that they were searching for us all over the place - my mom had called them. i think it was somewhere between eleven and twelve pm at the time. He then brought us downstairs to the kitchen, made us a coffee with condensed milk and he joked with A about the wordplay to condom milk, which i found... not funny but okey too, for some reason. He said that next time we should just tell him and that he wasn't mad. I thought that that was pretty cool at the time. We walked to my families house laughing and joking on the way, the police were waiting there with flashlights, they flashed into our faces and made us do the alcohol test - it turned out that i was way more drunk by the way. my mom was very mad, she grounded me, took away my phone and forbade A to ever step foot on the proprety again. I didn't tell her what happened - funny thing is, i didn't think that it was a big deal at all. I kept A's scarf and gave it a name, i called it after his favourit soccer player. In the following months i smelled it and i told my friends about all of it and i remember being secretly proud, that i had held his penis and knew, what it felt like and how big it was. I thought i had cheated on my boyfriend and i didn't tell him about what happened. But my friends knew. And i didnt think it was a big deal and they didn't seem to either. Soooo i started to see A again. I was in love with him, secretly. nothing ever happened between us that was like cheating and i didn't leave my boyfriend for him but i ended up sneaking out at a sleepover, to be with him all night, and then going to school the next day. We walked around the town, we did some vandalism at a school and we lisstened to music at a playground at 4am. It was uncover by zara larsson and that became our song. Haha its only now funny to me as i write this, in that night (we had alredy gotten rid of our spraythings) we were tracked down by the police again, we ran from them, layed in some backyard and were eventually found. they didn't do anything except get our id and tell us to go to bed. When other people were around he was always a gaslighting ass. Over time we drifted apart but we still did some smalltalk when we met on public transportation - until now even. And now that i remembered what happened that night of the break in and that he had actually raped me, i am really scared to see him. I think about it a lot and i get scared when someone looks like him on the train or in the city. I just have no idea ho to face him now. And something else: the guitar guy has also overstepped my boundaries a lot. He is a old guy and he always touches me and tells me how beautiful i am. I stopped hanging out with him when i became an adult and became aware of his behaviour but he also still gets way too close when he sees me on the street or in the bus/ train and i hate it. I really hate men sometimes. I never thought he would be a bad guy especially being a child and talking to him, and him being a teacher and all. He was also the one introducing me to A. hmm so i think thats it for now. Thank you for this platform and this opportunity to share.