I met Noah through a friend and we had hung out a few times. He seemed to like me and I thought he was ok, but I didn’t feel romantic towards him. I thought we could be friends but nothing more. One evening he asked to come over and I said it was fine, after all my dad was there. Shortly after dinner Noah and I went to my room to listen to music and I kept the door open. I had a lot of current cds and we were listening to the stuff he wanted to. He kissed me and I wasn’t impressed. My dad informed me that he had to go next door to my sister’s side of the duplex to look after her daughters as she had to work a 2nd job. Dad went next door and Noah went to the bathroom. Noah came back and sat back down and we listened to more music. He moved in for another kiss and I pulled back. In no time he tackled me, pinned me down, pulled my shorts off and his pants down. We struggled slightly, I am telling him no and to stop, but he overpowered me. On March 21, 2001, I am raped on my own bedroom floor. Noah told me this, “I love my name, all girls say NOOO at first and then once they get what I’ve got it turns to AHHHHH” He was mocking my cries of pain. Life changed from that moment on and I have never been the same since.