MY HEAD went into a spin as a
sharp pain shot through my still-
bruised ribs. Why does this monster
want to be my friend? Is he my friend?
Was it just a fun night that turned a
little rough? Did he even rape me? Was
I that drunk? No! He did rape me. And
I remember everything...
It was a Friday night and my
close friend Lucy, who was also
studying journalism with me at
university, invited me for drinks
and a ‘boogie’ with her boyfriend,
James, and his friend, Michael*.
James and Michael were studying
law at a different university inter-
state and came to visit us for the
weekend. It had been a massive
week of assessments so I was
STOCKSY hanging for a night out. >
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