I hadn't seen my bestfriend from school for about a year, She invited me to attend her college ball. I flew in off the back of a week of drinking and not sleeping. Specifically I had not slept the night before so when I arrived at the college I was thoroughly exhausted. She said we were going to the pub straight away, I didn't bother getting changed and was so sick of alcohol that I could hardly sip my drink. At the pub she introduced me to her boyfriend and his twin brother. She had been encouraging me to get with him, so that we could go on double dates. I hung out with them for majority of the night as I didn't really know anyone else there and had so much to catch up on with my bestfriend. A little later on I got very hungry, I hadn't eaten lunch or dinner that day. I went around and asked my friends if they wanted to go and get food with me, they said no. My bestfriend's boyfriend's brother piped up, he said he would come with me. I felt uncomfortable but thought he was a nice guy and I was only going next door. At the maccas I ordered six chicken nuggets, as I ate he sat there watching, he then started demanding that I hurry up. As we left he walked next to me and then leant in and kissed me, it was weird, I didn't think I had been giving off signals that I was interested in him. As I kept walking he suddenly said, lets go back to the college. I had been saying all night that I was really keen to sleep and hadn't slept for 24 hours but I said no, I want to go back to the pub with my friends. He insisted that I go back with him to college right then and there, and I repeatedly said no, he then started saying that my friends were messaging him and they said they were going back in 15 mins. I still refused, he then hailed a cab and said that I had to now and he was paying for it so it was a free trip. In the cab I sat in the middle seat, I leant on his shoulder, and he immediately started grabbing my breasts, painfully hard, I forced him off and jolted upright. Realising I had lost my wallet, I asked the cab to turn back, but he told the cab no and to keep driving and that he was the one paying. At the college, I had no idea where I was, he said, "lets go back to my car" and panic began to set in, had he not realised why I was here? I did not want to do anything sexual I was here to sleep as I had said over and over again. I asked him to take me to my bestfriend's room, he lead me through numerous empty pitch black hallways and doors, finally he stopped and entered a room, I had been following about 5/10m behind constantly looking for an exit or somewhere to run. I walked in and sat on the bed on my phone. I was frantically texting my friends asking when they were going to be back, this was not my ex-bestfriend's room. They said maybe 30mins, as I was texting he came over and said, "give me your phone." I said, "what, no. why?" "so you don't get distracted." "distracted for what? I don't want to do anything." After waiting for a few more minutes I lay down. He lay down next to me and began touching my body. He even started trying to put his hands down my pants. I kept pushing him off and saying no, stop and I don't want to do anything. He continued for what felt like 45mins. He put his fingers on and into my vagina. Eventually I stopped resisting. He got up and told me to take his shirt off, I said no, I don't want to do anything. He took his own shirt off. He proceeded to take my pants off. He pulled me ontop of him and grabbed my throat. He started hitting my right buttox. and calling me a fucking slut and fucking dumb bitch. I could not breathe, everytime I fought he choked me harder, hit me harder and squeezed my breasts harder. I was shouting No and Stop when I could. It did not do anything. After he pushed me off but kept his hand on my stomach. He said, "I'm going again." I was still saying "No." "If you don't let me go again, I will get some other fucking slut too. I can get any other bitch out there. I can get anyone." "Good!" With that he rolled ontop and forced my legs apart, he starting licking my vagina. - His brother knocked and the door and tried to force his way in, he was still swearing and shouting at me and the brother, calling him a cunt and telling him to fuck off. I hid under the sheets, when they left I went to get up but he pushed me back down so I was sitting on the bed and forced his penis in my face. He held my head with one hand and his penis with the other as I moved my face side to side saying no. He backed off then did the same thing again. Finally he backed off, I scrambled for my clothes but couldn't find my phone. I screamed at him, "where is my phone!" he completely ignored me and sat on the bed on his own phone. This went on for a few minutes, I began frantically searching the room and found it buried on a desk shelf under clothes and other items. It was on aeroplane mode, I had missed calls from the police, my friends, my parents. as I tried to escape, he kept pulling me back down onto his lap. from behind, from the front, I was still shouting NO. When I got to the door, it was jammed shut with mattresses, I yanked at the handle, and only a tiny light shone through. He started coming over and I started pushing myself through the door. He yanked my arm and said, "Don't I get a goodbye kiss, you better message me tomorrow, on facebook." He forced his mouth on me as I turned my head from side to side and with renewed fright slid straight through the gap in the door. A friend saw me and called out, I ran to her, she showed me my bestfriend's room. She was sick while the other watched, "where have you been, we've all been looking for you." I burst into tears, "was it a bad experience with a boy?" I nodded. "thats ok, it happens to everyone" "yeh just get over it. you're just overreacting." The police arrived that night to give me my wallet but the twin brother and my bestfriend stood there making sure I didn't say anything. Later that night I rolled up in a corner on the floor, I closed my eyes waiting for morning to come. Nightmares flashed in and out of my mind. And then at around 3am he came into the room I was sleeping, with his friends. I was so scared I couldn't move at all. I was so scared that when he pegged a football at my face I didn't even flinch. He openly denied that anything had happened to his friends in that room. My 'bestfriends' they laughed and watched. Covered in bruises the next day my bestfriend and other friends said nothing. Now they are my ex-friends and my ex-bestfriend. Some refused to give statements to the police, the others colluded to make a story with the rapist. One of their mothers even rang up mine and got mad, saying the police rang her daughter at work and she was really upset and whats all this nonsense, it happened over a year ago. They spread rumours around saying that I was overreacting and nothing bad happened to me. I have never told a single one of those girls what happened to me, they have made their own assumptions. They have never messaged me or talked to me about it, even now that he has been arrested, nothing. I now have new bestfriends, they have never interrogated me, not believed me or believed the lie that he is now spreading. I adore them and I am so honoured that they call me a friend. I owe them my life.