The boys’ house I was staying at his dad worked in the mines, he came back a week later and asked why all my stuff was here and why I was here, I just started crying and his son explained what happened so he took me in, I then started a relationship with his son Paul.

Paul witnessed domestic violence throughout his life so he treated me exactly how he thought was normal I guess, he knew I had no one and nowhere to go, he would take all of my money financially controlling me, he would sexually assault me, in the most horrific and unexplainable ways, physically assault me, hitting me, spitting on me, kicking me, mental abuse playing games to make me believe like I was going crazy then tell all his fhe would pin me down in front of his friends and stick his fingers inside of me when they were dirty, jam his toes inside of me and laugh, force me to do unspeakable things, but where did I have to go?

His friends never spoke up, he supplied the drugs and a place to hang out why would they ?

friends I was using him so everyone was really mean to me but I had nowhere to go and I was so emotionally physically and spiritually checked out I just took each day as it came.