A Brutal Wake-Up Call: My 15-Year-Old Encounter That Changed Everything Forever

I tried very hard putting that night behind me, so much so I hardly remember what day of the week it was. But the harder I try to forget the more I think about the events that unfolded that night.

I was a teenage lad, 15. I'm white with short brown hair. I'm not built nor fat, just a plane average lad. I live not far off London. I was generally straight, on the odd occurrence I'd find myself turned on about men on me , but had never engaged in it... Until it was decided for me.

It was winter time, about mid-December and the night came early. There was the odd pile of snow from all that remained from the downfall during the week. I had broke up from school and arranged to meet my girlfriend at hers, we had brought a few films the previous weekend to watch. The plan was to leave mine when my mum left for the night shift and it would be when her family went out for a meal to give us space, but I got so eager to hold her in my arms I left early.
On the travel there, I would always take the same route. Over a few farmers fields down the main road, use an alley or two then be there in 15 minutes. Thinking about it just makes me think about how unsafe that passage seems. The next safe alternative was a 50 minute walk however.
When I got to the first farmers field I experienced fear in walking this route in the dark, but why should I have coward out? I'd done this trip so many times. I walked in a straight line from A to B, my confidence increased as I made it to

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