When I was 16, I went over to a guy’s house that I barely knew to hang out and we started to hook up. At first, I was okay with it but then I saw a handgun on his bedside table and realized I didn’t know anything about him. I got scared and told him to stop. He told me he would not, and I was too scared to fight against him. I just laid there and hoped he didn’t shoot me.

-Anonymous