I was raped when I was 12. I was just discovering my s******** at the time (Thought I was gay am now a trans woman) and there was a boy who was 2 grades higher than me. I decided to try and pursue a relationship with him at the time because I was denying the fact that I was queer for so long I wanted to embrace it. I would frequently ride my bike to his house and we would normally just play video games and I would go home. Eventually he tried to teach me how to kiss because he wanted me to be a “useful boyfriend”. At the time I thought nothing of it. The next major event occurred about a week after school let out for summer break. He was expelled, a school officer found weed in his locker. I went over to his house and we played video games and made out when he wanted to. He would hit me when I did something he didn’t want me to and for a long time I never got mad at him but at myself when it happened. One day he wanted to do “actual boyfriend stuff” of course meaning s***** i**********. I was still 12 at the time and had only recently discovered p**********, I was very scared and told him I didn’t want to. He punched me. He told me that stupid and that we had been “dating” long enough. He then advanced towards me, I naturally stepped away from him as he did, scared I was going to be hit. eventually I tripped over his mattress and fell onto it. He continued to advance and tried to take off my clothes as I pushed him away and told him I didn’t want to and that I was scared. Of course I punched me again so I stopped talking. He then continued. He would hit me in the same place every time so I had a bruise there that never really went away when I would see him regularly, I was always scared of him hitting me not because the hitting alone would hurt but because he would hit the bruise and cause me a lot of pain that would usually last for a few days, or at least stay sore. I let him do whatever he wanted to me, to avoid being hit. This was my first s***** experience and one that has left me with a bad impression of relationships in general. After that night I went home and never contacted him again. He showed up to my house while my mom was at work on several occasions but I always kept the door locked so he would just yell, give up, then leave. Haven’t heard of him or from him in years. I hope he’s dead.