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When I was fourteen years old, I went to summer camp to train to be a teen counselor. I had a great summer, met lots of new people, and thought life was perfect...NOT! Mark was seventeen and he was volunteering as a leader. One day, a group of us talked about how every new camper has to be part of a summer prank on the senior leaders, so, as excited as I was, I accepted. That night, I was awoken by someone tapping at the window over my bed - it was Mark. He said it was time for the prank and that I had to get up and go with him. I regretfully did. It was that night that Mark raped me in the middle of the woods. There was no prank. I couldn't scream because he was smothering me under his weight, and even if I did, no one would have heard me.

I found out I was pregnant two months later. I hadn't reported the rape, and when I told my parents, they wanted nothing to do with me. They said I made the mistake, now I had to fix it. I was only fourteen years old! I went to live with my Aunt Mary. She was single and lived on a farm a few hours away.

Olivia Belle was born six months later (one month too soon) and she was a healthy beautiful baby. Now that she's nearly four, things are easier for me than they were after that tragic summer. The next hardest thing I'll encounter will be explaining to her where her Daddy is. Thanks to my Aunt Mary, these past four years have been wonderful!