Since most of you probably know what my first thread was about, try not to let that interfere how you answer to this. Please.
When I was younger, I always wanted to save myself for that 'special guy'. I know that contradicts all of my past actions, but I truly believe it started because of one event.
Before I got into high school, I honestly didn't know much at all about the real world. And I mean, at all. Never had a boyfriend. Never even kissed a guy before. Never knew what weed looked like. I was very sheltered. My parents emigrated to the US, then divorced, and neither of them talked to be about life. When I got into high school, freshman year was okay. I still didn't have any friends, so I had no problems there. Then sophomore year I started hanging out with this girl that lived down the street from me and she was hanging with the 'wrong crowd'. I slowly was dragged in there with her and her other friend. I was the only virgin among all of them. It felt good. I was proud. My mom is pretty strict and wouldn't let me sleep over anywhere, so when my used-to-be-friend slept over, we would sneak out and go out to parties. I never used to go out before. It was exciting. Even though I usually just sat and observed, while they smoke weed, do shrooms, or snort cocaine. There obviously was a lot of pressure from them to do drugs and have sex, but I didn't want to give it. Until one night.
I should have known better. We were 16, and hanging out with 19+ year olds. 22 being the oldest. One night me and that girl sneaked out to this guy's house that she knew. She was into this other guy that drove us there, so the guy's house we went to of course tried talking to me the whole time. I talked to him on the phone before when he called the girl, because she gave me the phone, but I never met him. They were all drinking. I never drank before, in my life. I was interested to seeing what getting a 'buzz' felt like. I didn't know a little shot of alcohol can really affect you. Obviously everyone else did, especially the guy whose house we were at. He mixed my drinks so I don't even have to taste the liquor. I thought nothing of it. I had about 13 drinks, that I remember drinking. I then got up to go to the bathroom, and stumbled, big time. When I got back to where everyone else was, I sat down and he handed me one last cup. The last thing I remember is dropping the cup all over the carpet and passing out on the couch.
Then the next thing I remember is waking up in the morning. Naked and in his bed. I'm so scared. I have no idea where I am. Now I feel that damn buzz. I look around and he is next to me. Naked. I look around and see my pants on the floor. I get up in panic and try to put them on when I realize there is vomit all over them. I can't even find my shirt. I have long hair and it's all in there too. He heard me getting up and told me to relax and come next to him. I go get under the covers because no one ever saw me naked before besides my mom when I was a baby, and it felt really uncomfortable. I asked him what happened and he said we had amazing sex. I almost completely lost. I was speechless. He was like, "Please tell me you remember it. It was too good not to remember". And I shook my head and told him no. I told him I never had sex before and he didn't know what to say. He told me that it was good for my first time them. He also told me I threw up everyone in his house, including his bed. So bad, that he couldn't even clean the bed, he just flipped it over.
I got up and put on one of his shirts and went to go clean my pants. I put those on and he said he threw away my shirt since it was too dirty. I went and woke up the girl I was with and I asked the guy to drive us home. My head was spinning on the ride home.
The guy got my number somehow and started calling me every night. We talked every night, because now I felt that since he was my first, I needed to make it work. I found out he was 21, and a dad of a 1 year old boy. He was a gang banger and has been to jail quite a few times. He had a gun in his room. The same room I woke up in. I was scared. I went over to his place a few more times, and of course he wanted to have sex. I was scared to say no. I was afraid he was going to do something to me if I said no. Then afterwards, I ended up punching his wall after he left the room out of anger.
I talked to him for a few months. And he said he wanted me to be his girlfriend. I didn't know what to do. I slowly stopped talking to him. He called me a few times. He even called me when he was in jail once. That's when I really stopped talking to him, since, well, he was there for I think two months. I forgot what for.
My question is: now, after all these years, my current boyfriend wants me to press charges. I haven't talked to the guy in a long time. And I want to keep it that way. I'm also afraid to do it because of what he might to do me. He knows where I live. And he's crazy. What do I do?
Sorry for the long post, again. And I'm not trying to get pity from anyone. I just basically want a yes or no answer from people.