When I was 12 years old I had a sleepover I will never forget. Me and my friends Alex and Mitchell were all sleeping over at Alex's house. We had all just woken up and Alex's mom had left us a note in the kitchen hope you all slept well. When I was raped I didn't really know what was going on. All I knew was that it hurt. No one ever found out but once my youngest older brother saw my rapist making me touch him in his places. My brother didn't tell anyone, he made fun of me. He called me gay and fag, I didn't think nothing of it because I didn't know what those words meant.