How I Got Away
At 19, I was almost raped. For far too long I thought it was my fault.
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7 min readJul 16, 2019
Otis was 6'3" and 230 pounds easy, and when he slapped me — a swift, backhanded strike — his ring scraped the skin off my right cheek. He raised his arm for a second blow and I saw my blood drip down his wrist.
In the space of one breath I went from half drunk to stone-cold sober. I threw myself…