I ran away from home when I was 17 years old. That was just the first time.

I was at a party with my best friend and our boyfriends.

It was a beautiful summer evening.

We dressed nicely for our boyfriends and just to feel sexy too.

We settled to meet at a small bar.

There we laughed, we drank some beer (yeah I know I wasn't supposed to, but what did I care about back then, I was wild and rebellious), then our boyfriends asked us to go with them to their friend's home.

As I was a little buzzed, I said what the heck, but we won't be able to stay that long as our parents are waiting for us at home.

Arrived at the apartment, we put on some nice music, drank some more beer, danced, then lay on a bed with my boyfriend. We kissed and didn't care there were other people back there.

I got pretty drunk and I needed to go to the bathroom after all that beer.

So I went there, I peed and when I was washing my hands, my boyfriend's friend got inside, closed the door and jumped on me and kissed me. He wanted more but I said no and right then my boyfriend came. He didn't believe me when I told him that the guy forced me.

I looked at the clock and saw how late it was and I told everyone that we need to go home. When I was going to get my jacket, a guy that was there, grabbed me by my cheeks and forced me to drink an entire bottle of cognac.

Oh well, things got blurry, as I got extremely drunk. We left that apartment and while I was trying to walk I fell on the ground.

My boyfriend picked me up and took me to another apartment of another friend.

Carrying me on the stairs I told him I was about to throw up, but he didn't believe me until I did it twice.

It was dark in that apartment and I do not remember much, only short memories, and I am not even sure it was real.

What I know for sure is that my so-called boyfriend shared me with his friends.

From what I have heard there were about five who took advantage of me.

I can recall only flashes, but still painful...

When I woke up in the morning, I needed to search my clothes. I washed myself and left with my best friend.

I was too scared to go home, too afraid of my dad's reaction, I couldn't face my grandparents so I decided to not go home. My best friend decided to join me too as she was scared as well.

We walked on the train rails until we arrived at one of her friend's homes.

We stayed there for a few hours and then went to another house, her ex-boyfriend's house.

He and his brother decided to let us spend the night there. We didn't sleep, we just relaxed and chatted.

We wanted to go to a coven, but we didn't have enough money. So I sold a gold ring I had. Got some food and traveled by train to a coven.

Arrived there, but we didn't dare to ask for shelter so we went back to my best friend's ex-boyfriend's house.

After a little while we went outside so we won't bother anyone. Sitting planning to run if we see our family searching for us, we see a red car stopping near us.

Seeing my dad get out of the car, I didn't run, instead, I went to him and hugged him. The same did my best friend with her older brother.

Of course, the first thing my dad asked me when I got inside the car was if I had sex. I admitted it. My best friend didn't.

They took us straight to the police, and they filled us as missing. So we had to complete some paperwork, had a serious discussion with the police chief, and then went home.

I asked for forgiveness from my grandparents, but never told my family what happened to me that night.