In a way I want to tell his parents what he did to me. But I don’t want to hurt them. Imagine how it would feel to find out that the boy you raised turned out to be a rapist… Or they might just not believe me. That would be even worse.

I’m scared to tell people cos they might not believe me, or think I just want attention. I hate being pitied! Why would I make up such a story anyway? He used to be my best friend, so for me to make up a story like that he’d have to have done something equally bad to me anyway…

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