When I was 13/14, I got into my first “serious” relationship. Before it even started he put me through hell yet I still wanted to be with him. He chose another girl over me yet I still stayed. He kissed me then said he didn’t feel anything. We ended up being together for 5 months. Throughout he violated my boundaries and manipulated me. One time we were In my room on my bed and he wouldn’t let me change the show on the tv. He then pushed me over and held me down d********** and pretended to have s** with me. I told him the joke was over and tried to get up but he was stronger than me, and held me down. He pulled down my pants and pulled down his and pretended to do it again. He then pulled his underwear down and started hitting me with it. The entire time I was telling him that it wasn’t funny and to let me go, telling him that my parents were in the next room. He didn’t listen. He pulled down my under wear and pretended again, until he stopped pretending. I told him no, but I didn’t scream. I squirmed, but I didn’t fight very hard. Then he let me go thinking that I liked it. I instantly pulled up my pants and said that my stomach hurt and had to go to the bathroom. He tried to stop me but I opened my door all the way to make sure my parents would see him try to pull me back. He didn’t wear a condom. He got condoms and kept pressuring me into it again. I continued to say no but I never kicked or screamed. He kept telling me that I would like it, and if I didn’t then it would be “quick” and that I had to please him. He constantly told me it wasn’t fair that I teased him all the time and that it was my fault. He told me that because we were dating that it was my responsibility to please him. Before he stole my virginity, he stole my innocence. One afternoon I was at his house waiting for my mom, I was exhausted I hadn’t slept the night before and I had run two miles in pe that day. He took advantage of that. I was wearing My pe shorts. I decided to take a nap while he watched tv. I woke up to him running his hands up and down my thighs. He then fingered me. After that whenever he thought I was upset he would do it. I told him no but didn’t scream. After that he tried to get me to touch his d***. He put my hand over it and this time I struggled. I threatened to scream. He made me put my hand on it. I was only 13. Then later, (I was still 13) he got his d*** out and tried to get me to give him head. I said no and started crying, then he shoved my head down on it. He kept making me give him head after that. Using different tactics to make me do things I didn’t want to do, like telling me that my parents were doing the same things at my age and that it was perfectly normal. I regret ignoring all the red flags. I regret not screaming, I regret meeting him. I thought I was in love. And lastly, I regret never telling anyone.