One of the things that happened

He was older then me .His family had money. I trusted him . I thought he could help get me away from my mentally and verbally abusive drunk mother. He knew I didnt want to have sex with him. I had told him countless times I wasn't ready. One night he got me drunk and I don't rember much but when I woke up in the morning I called him and told him I wasnt ready and I didn't want to do it again . He yelled at me and made me feel ashamed like I owed him sex . I still stayed because he was all I had. I truly belived he was my only hope of ever getting away and I never told anyone because I was ashamed and embaressed and knew deep down his family had money so my words ment nothing. Things started getting worse. I started drinking alot and blacking out trying to forget the way him and my family treated me . He would get drunk and yell and make me cry . He started to get scary and paranoid . Every guy I talked to I was cheating on him with . I wasn't allowed to have friends . I wasnt allowed to talk to anyone. Soon I started noticing he would bring out his guns when he would drink. He would talk about beating people. His friends would hurt people for fun. They all started doing coke. They would bring 16 year olds , girls still in highschool to do drugs with them. They would snort pills when i wasn't looking. My OCD got worse . I thought everything had to be dirty because they were snorting coke off it. I would drink to make the obessive thoughts go away.