Lucy
Aged 18, 2020
Met with a guy for some drinks in town (Fleetwood), he seemed really nice and we’d met up a few time before so he wasn’t a stranger. I’m working early the next day and it’s starting to get dark, so I tell him I’d best get home. I wasn’t at all drunk, I’d had maybe 2 or 3 drinks and was still very much sober and in my right mind. He’d already had a few drinks before I met him so I don’t know how drunk he was but he seemed fine to me. He offers to walk me home but I don’t feel comfortable him knowing where I live just yet so I agree to let him walk me just up to the main road where I feel safe being on my own, as it was maybe 11pm at this point. He walks me round the edge of memorial park and we agree we’ll part ways when we make it to Hatfield. I have no idea but he actually walks me past his house. He stops a few steps past his house and tells me I might as well just spend the night. I tell him I need to get home and very clearly say no, multiple times as he continues to pressure me. He then stands right up close to me, holds my wrists tightly and asks me why I went out for drinks then. I tell him “I thought we’d made it perfectly clear prior to meeting that I’d be leaving earlier, alone, as I have work the next morning”. I try to shrug him off and take a few steps back but he grabs my arms, spins me around and drags me to his house. As we get to the front door and he begins to unlock it I manage to get free, and I run as fast as I can right up to the corner of Hatfield Road, just past the football stadium. He catches up to me but I manage to keep my distance. We stop, he’s crying, he tells me how sorry he is and he doesn’t know what got over him. He asks me to forgive him. I tell him it was okay but I still have to leave. I notice a group of young people who I recognise from the beer garden also walking down the street, they must be going home too. The street lights are on and we’re no longer alone, so I feel safer. I turn around and start speed walking down the main road. I hear shouting so I turn around and it’s him calling me a tease and a slut and kicking some fences. He then turns around and goes back down the side street. A few weeks later I go to the same bar with some friends and lots of people ask me if I had slept with him. He’d been telling people that we’d slept together and that he’d rejected me afterwards for being rubbish in bed. But he’s quite popular so I never told them the truth.