we'd been on and off for months and i went to an event as his date. it was college and i was young and stupid. we went drink for drink and i blacked out. he told me a month later that we'd had sex that night, even though he knew i didn't want to. after that, whenever i'd tell him no, he would beg and plead and take my clothes off one at a time until i gave in. it took me three months and a failed attempt to take my own life before i left him. that was more than a year ago and every time i see him it feels like being shot.