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I was 16 and my life consisted of good friends, good drugs, and good times. Every night was just another excuse for another party, just another chance for me to take a few ecstasy pills and let go of all my inhibitions. That is how I met Sean; we were both caught up in a world of drugs and parties. Not a very promising way to start out a relationship some might say. But, to me, it did not matter what other people thought. I was having fun and falling in love at the same time, nothing could come between us. For two years we were inseparable, I thought that I had found "the one" and I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. My parents may not have liked how fast things were going between Sean and I, but they certainly were not going to tell me that I could not be with him anymore. At least, that is, until he got the both of us thrown in jail.
He had taken me down to Detroit to get a gram, or so I thought. It turned out that he really bought thirty-two grams of marijuana and four crack rocks, and the whole time we were at the house there was a police officer waiting at the corner to pull us over. We were none the wiser though, we hopped back on I-96 and as soon as we came to I-96 and Outer Drive the officer turned on his lights and signaled us to pull over to the side of the expressway.
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I asked Sean to take me to my house so I could get more clothes, when we arrived my dad would not let me in the house. He said that as long as I was with Sean, I would not be aloud at home. I was so torn; I could not believe that my own father was making me choose between my family and the man that I planned to marry. I was so hurt by my dad so I asked Sean to take me to his house and I decided to stay with him for a few days. Days turned into nights, nights turned into weeks, and before I knew it I had been away from home for three months. I missed my mom terribly, but I knew that as long as I continued to do drugs and be with Sean I would never be accepted by my parents.
I had to make a choice; my family or Sean, the man I loved more than life itself. Then one night Sean made my choice so blatantly obvious. We were drinking and I had passed out from drinking too much, when I woke up I found myself naked. Sean had raped me, the girl he was supposed to love, the girl that would do anything for him. I had to get away from him, but when I tried to leave he wouldn't let me. Every time I would try to get up he would throw me down. Every time I would try to grab the phone to call my sister, he would slap it out of my hand. After about an hour of fighting with him I finally got the phone and called my sister to tell her to come get me. When Amanda got there, I was walking down the street crying and Sean was chasing after me. When he finally caught up to me, he turned me around and punched me in the face. Amanda quickly jumped out of her car and grabbed me away from him. We drove off and I swore that I would never in my life go back to him after what he had put me through.
I realized that because of falling in love with him, I had been setting myself up for the greatest fall. I had never lived so low, never loved so hard, never gave up so much; I ignored everyone that I loved and every thing that I knew to be good and right for the sake of living in the moment with Sean. But I also realized that had it not been for him, I would have never fallen so hard that I had no choice but to pick myself up and put back the pieces of my life.