The trifecta of everything that went wrong

I was a senior in high school. I had previously briefly dated a guy my junior year. I thought he cared like I did (he took me to his senior prom) and his family really liked me. Turns out that he was just a player and he decided to stop talking to me and hung out with another girl at a show we were at. Completely ignored me and I was devastated. 

Flash forward to senior year and I had just been broken up with by someone I really cared about, who I thought I loved. this guy cheated on me with a younger girl at his house which was 3 down from mine. Again, devastated. So I started hanging out with guy number 1 again. Nothing serious but I was too uptight around him to trust that he was being sincere. I knew his reputation and it had only gotten worse the longer I knew him. 

He constantly pressured me to perform oral sex on him and I refused every time. I knew I should dump him and walk away but I couldn't. I was too desperate for some sort of connection with someone who seemed to care. 

A close friend of mine was sort of talking to him and wanted to go spend the night at his house. I wouldn't let her go alone because I didn't trust him. So I went with her. 

We ended up drinking... a lot. Before I knew it, we were all pretty trashed. I ended up becoming almost hysterical about guy number 2 who had cheated on me. I couldn't stop crying and blaming myself. I thought I should leave but they took my keys. Eventually my friend told the guy that he should take me into the bathroom and get me to throw up. That it would help my hysterics. He did and helped me kneel in front of the toilet. But instead of helping me throw up, he unzipped his pants, pulled his penis out and pushed my head towards him. 

I ended up performing oral sex, crying the whole time. 

After he finished, I spit it out and rinsed my mouth. He zipped up and left to go back to his room. I came back inside, laid down and tried to sleep. That was when I heard that he was having sex with my friend. Moments after forcing me to perform oral on him. 

Waking up the next morning, I pulled my shoes on, grabbed my things and left. They were still in bed. I drove home and I was upset, but it didn't really hit me until later that I had essentially been raped. By someone I knew. 

It has affected me later in life and I'm still angry 10 years later. To this day, that guy has never approached me or contacted me. He knows what he did and how I feel. 

This is something that I thought would never happen to me.