Luna (Survivor) (45:05)
I finally told him I'm going to come downstairs. And he was like, okay. And then he did this weird thing. Him and his roommate used to smoke a lot in their room together. Anytime one of the friends would come into the dorm, they would have them, like, shake the doorknob so that they knew it wasn't an RA trying to come in or something. So I texted him, do you want me to, like, knock on the door? Just come in? And he was like, actually, if you could shake the doorknob. And I found out later what that was about. I just come down with my phone because my phone has my ID in the back of it where I scan into my floor because all of our floors are key card protected so that no random strangers can get into our dorm building. So I go down there and I, like, wiggle the doorknob. And he opens the door and I notice that his roommate's there. And so I'm like, okay, cool. And he's like, hey, come on in. But then I noticed that his roommate was putting on his coat to go somewhere. I was like, oh, is he leaving? And he's like, yeah, he's going out with some of our classmates. And I was like, oh, okay, whatever. Didn't think anything weird about it. I don't think he would do anything wrong. This is when it all started to get really weird feeling. And my stomach started to feel kind of funny because he said to his roommate, can you lock the door on your way out? And I was like, why would you lock the door? The way that the door is set up in our dorm room is there's no lock on the outside at all. If Somebody was outside and I was in there, locked in. They would not be able to get me unless they had the key. And I would have to physically get up and like unlock the door to get myself out of there. I think that's really important because I knew that that was the way the door worked. And so that felt a little weird for him to like be locking us in his room. And I was like, oh, I hope this guy doesn't think we're gonna do anything because it's not gonna happen. We hop up on the bed and he's like, you can get comfortable. The TV was propped up on one of like the built in closet things. So it was in a good spot where it was angled towards the bed. And the way that the room was set up was his bed was pushed against the wall. It's a little twin extra long mattress, dorm bed. And then there was a space in the middle. And then his roommate's bed was on the other side. The same kind of setup pushed against the wall. At the foot of the bed there was a desk with a big built in shelf. The only way to get off the bed is to physically get off the side of the bed. You can't go off the head of the bed because it's against the wall. You can't get off the foot of the bed. And then he had this rolling shower caddy thing at the head of the bed off to like the side. And that's where he would keep his TV remote and put his phone in there, his snacks and whatever else. The room was pretty set up where the only open space was in the middle. So he tells me to get comfortable and I'm nervous because last time I was on this bed he told me he liked me. I'm like, what is tonight going to hold? He had the LED lights on, so it was kind of dark in there. But I was like, we're watching a movie, I don't need the lights on anyway, whatever. He puts me on the inside of the bed. Now I'm squished against him in the wall. I'm a very small person. I'm five foot zero and I weigh like 100 pounds. And he sticks to, I'm just going to sit here because he's bigger and he wants more space and I can turn my body a certain way. I'll be fine. He was like, what do you want to watch? And I was like, oh, I don't know, what do you like? And he was like, no, what do you like? I'm a horror movie. Junkie. I'm a total adrenaline junkie through and through. So I'm like, it's almost Halloween. Let's watch a scary movie. And he's like, oh, my God, you like scary movies. And I'm like, yeah. So we put on the Nun on Netflix. I've never seen this, but I figured we were going to talk to each other anyway. I didn't really think we were going to pay attention. Puts the movie on, turns the lights down even more. I put my phone by my feet on the bed, and right away I noticed he reached over and grabbed my phone and put it in his shower caddy, which I couldn't reach without asking him for it. He's like, here, let me take your phone. I just don't want it to fall into the crack. And it's so valid because that would have been a nightmare to have to, like, dig it out and go under the bed. But it was kind of far from the crack, so that was kind of alarming. And he puts his arm around me, and I'm like, oh, that's nice. He starts talking to me, and he's telling me, you know, I was thinking about you all weekend. I just really can't stop thinking about you. I think you're amazing. Like, I've never met anybody like you before, and I'm loving it. I'm like, oh, just tell me more about myself. He actually said, we're very similar people. And now looking back, that's the biggest insult anybody has ever said to me. We have the same heart, and a lot of our morals are the same. I'm still not really sure if I like this guy, but the lip service is fantastic. You were watching the movie again, and all of a sudden, he starts to kiss me. And it was a little more intense than the first time. And I was like, okay, let me just kind of stop you there. Because I was like, I don't want to take it any further than this. I'm still trying to figure out how I feel about you. I'm trying to think about if this is what I want. And he was like, oh, yeah. Like, I totally understand. I'm so sorry. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I don't want to take things too fast. And I'm thinking to myself, wow, what a really good guy this is. And this is probably within the span of 15 minutes since I'd been down there. And that made me like him a little bit more, because I was like, he can take no for an answer, and that makes me Feel really safe with somebody new. And then I said, hey, can I have my phone? I didn't know what time it was. You know, it's awkward now, and I want to look at my phone for a minute. And he goes, no, you don't need your phone. You're with me. Like, let's just hang out. Let's just talk. And I was like, yeah, he's right. I don't really need my phone for anything. I'm just trying to use it as, like, a crutch. He never gave me my phone. We went back to watching the movie and chatting with each other. He actually had a work study job at my school, so he was telling me about that and how he didn't want to go to work the next day. And I was like, yeah, that sounds not fun. I wouldn't want to do that either. You know, just joking around. Then it's silent for a few minutes because we started to really, like, watch the movie. His arm is still around me at this point, and I'm still squished between him and the wall. He looks at me, and I look back at him because I see him at him on the side of my eye, and I'm like, what the heck is he looking at? And I'm like, what? And he just immediately starts to kiss me again. My alarm bells are ringing because I told you to stop. You stopped and you apologized, and I made it very clear that I didn't want to do that. So now at this point, my heart's beating, and I'm like, what's going on? This is so weird. I tried to push him off gently, like on the chest. I'm like, okay, back off. And instead of backing off, he moved me so that I was flat with my legs open, and he wedged himself on top of me. At that point, there's nothing I can do. I'm panicking, and I'm trying to push him off me. Right after that, he takes both of my wrists with one hand and pins my arms above my head so that I can't move. And I'm stuck there, laying on my back. And with his other hand, he's moving around under my clothes, touching my chest and touching my stomach, fumbling around under my shirt. I'm freaking out, and I'm like, what is going on? I don't want to do this. I was super confused because I thought that he understood I didn't want to do it. So then I finally was able to put my knee into his stomach in a way to get him off of me. I didn't want to hurt him. There's not a lot of damage that I could do. But I had stopped him, and I was like, hey, I don't know what you're doing. I don't want to do that. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I did not come down here to do this. And I thought that you understood that. And he was like, oh, yeah, you're right. I'm really sorry. I don't know what just came over me. That was really inappropriate of me. I'm so sorry. I don't want to make you upset. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to damage our friendship or anything. That won't happen again. I can't believe I did that. In my head, I'm like, this is not the guy that I thought he was. Now I'm realizing how vulnerable I actually am. I'm locked in a very dark and very small room with a guy that I clearly don't know. My roommate's upstairs. Nobody can come get me. I don't have my phone. I'm squished between him and the wall. I can't get out of this bed. I'm starting to panic. So he backs off. And after he apologizes, I asked him again for my phone. And he goes, no, like, you don't need your phone. You're with me. And I was like, no, I really need my phone because now I'm trying to text my roommate and just figure out what the heck I'm going to do to get out of here as fast as I can. So I'm like, no, please give me my phone. And he was like, okay, fine, I'll give you your phone. He reaches over and gets my phone for me out of that shower caddy that's across the room. And I'm like, thank you. I just wanted to see if my roommate's okay up there. And I text Jamie and I go, help. I really need you to call me and come up with an excuse for me to leave. I don't want to be here anymore. I didn't want to say the wrong thing. I didn't want to just get up and run, because what if he attacked me? I had no idea. And I had never experienced anything like this. I was just like, okay, let's go back to watching the movie. And he's like, okay, yeah, I'm sorry again. Like, I really can't believe that I'm coming on so strong. I'll control myself and I was like, cool, okay? I'm, like, angry and I'm anxious and I'm scared. So I'm sitting there silently, trying to make myself as unappealing and small as possible, I guess, squished between the wall and this dude that I don't know. We're watching the movie again for a few minutes, and like clockwork, probably five minutes went by. Just like the last time. He was motivated this time. I don't know if it's because I had made him angry by being on my phone before or rejecting him. But instead of turning to me and waiting for me to notice him and then starting to kiss me, he grabs the side of my waist, pulls me to the middle of the bed, and this crazy, like, swift WWE like slam movement jumps on top of me, pins my arms up really fast above my head again. It's so calculated. He reaches under my sweatshirt and unclips my bra with one hand and lifts my shirt and bra up so that my whole bare chest is exposed. While holding my hands up, he's going down my body and biting me, physically causing me injury on my chest. I'm actually, like, expressing pain. I'm saying out loud, stop, you're hurting me. That's extremely uncomfortable. You're hurting me. I don't want this. He's putting all of his crushing weight on me. I didn't ever consider the size difference between him and I until I was under the weight of him and I was like, wow, I could die. My hands are pinned up with one hand. And then he lets go of my wrists. But I'm frozen in time at this point, so I'm not doing anything. I'm just talking constantly going, stop, stop, stop. You're hurting me. Stop. And with one hand, he's, like, groping around on my chest, and with the other hand, he slips his hand into my pants and starts to put his fingers into me and slamming into me very ag and quickly to the point where I was crying in pain. I don't think I was in my body at that point. I recently discovered that when I talk about it now in therapy, I was watching myself and I wasn't actually me in that moment, which I think is a protective mechanism for my brain. I snapped back into it all of a sudden after it had been going on for four or five minutes of him just being aggressive and violent, covering my mouth, trying to get me to stop talking. And then at one point, I sat up just a little bit to try to push him off me. And then that's when he choked me until I was unable to even speak. Finally, I was able to move my leg and kick him off of me. And that's when I finally got him to stop. I think it startled him. And that's when he let go of my throat. He took his hand out from my clothes, and he backed up to the foot of the bed. And I was like, what is wrong with you? It was divine timing. My roommate was calling me, and he could hear my phone ringing in the shower caddy while I had the opportunity. And the side of the bed was open. I quickly rolled over completely topless. It was so humiliating. And it was cold and dark. My shorts were, like, halfway down, and it was just awful. I felt so exposed. I grabbed my phone and I picked up the phone, and my roommate, she was saying that one of our friends was in our room and needed help. So I literally put her on speakerphone so he could hear it. And I said, hey, I'm really sorry. I have to go. My friend needs my help. I need to leave right now. And he was so angry that he whipped the blanket off the bed, and he was like, fine, just go. I was like, okay, thank you. So as fast as I could, I put my clothes back on. And as I was walking to the door to finally leave, he turns to me. He goes, you should come back down after. We can hang out some more. Which is the craziest thing that anybody could ever say in that moment. Why in God's name would I ever come back to this room? I think he was trying to make it seem nonchalant, like, that was not as bad as I had made it out to be. But I was in tears. My makeup was down, my face, my neck was red. I had a huge, giant bruise on my chest from him biting me. And I was like, this is the last place I would ever come back to. But I didn't want to say that because I don't know this guy at all anymore. So I went back upstairs, and my roommate got one look at me when I walked in the door, and she was like, what the hell happened to you? I told my roommate the entire story in as much detail as I could, but I was reeling, and I was crying and hyperventilating. I don't really remember what I told her, but I know that she had the full story, because she ended up helping me the rest of the situation and telling me what to do. And the first thing that my roommate encouraged me to do was go to the bathroom, and I used the bathroom, and I was actually bleeding. It looked like I had started my period, but I had not been due for it at all. So that was really scary. That shocked me back into reality. Something is terribly wrong. That was not okay. I'm physically injured, and internally now I'm injured. That made me completely spiral, and so I started panicking, and my roommate was like, why don't we go downstairs to the RA and just tell her what happened so that even if you never do anything about it, you have told somebody else that's not me. Because I want you to know that you were assaulted. That is 100% an assault. I'm here for you, and I want you to go share this with somebody else so that there's another person that knows what happened to you and see where we go from there. But I had never been assaulted. I had never even come close to that. Hearing that come out of somebody's mouth that cares about me was so. I don't even have the word for it. It was such a surreal experience. I had already been talking to my RA on and off because the heater in our room was broken. So I had gone and talked to her a few different times. And her and I had a really nice relationship, and I trusted her. She happened to be the one that was on duty, like, supervising the whole building for the night. Thank God. My roommate and I went into the RA office and we asked her if we could talk, and she was immediately super welcoming. I remember sitting in this really big chair that was really uncomfortable. I was uncomfortable just in general. I was cold. I was crying. I told her as much as I could in between, like, sobs and gasping and snot bubbles. My roommate, she was able to fill in the missing pieces for me. The RA ended up writing it all down and taking a full report. She drafted up an email just in case I wanted to share it with the dean of students, who I found out was the title nine deputy also. But at that point, I was just completely not myself. I was reeling. I was sick. I was anxious. I was hurting. I don't want to do anything right now. I told you my story. Now I'm going to bed. And they were like, okay, yeah, that's fine. Go to bed. And then my RA was like, but I want you to come back here tomorrow and check in with me and see if you want to go forward with making a report about this, because this is 100% an assault on our campus, and we want to handle this appropriately. And I was like, okay. I went back up to my room, and I Took a shower and tried to, like, scrub my skin off. I could have used one of those scrub daddies and took my skin clean off of my body. I felt horrible. And I just showered and scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed, put my pajamas on and went to sleep.