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- We were dating for almost four months. We had yet another quarrel that day. We used to quarrel often lately. However, we went home together after classes. He was angry and silent, and his movements were precipitous. He walked fast and hurried me up. He said that it was cold and he wanted to come home faster. Then he stopped suddenly and said that we would go to his place.
I used to be at his place often and I agreed to go there without a hidden agenda. I wanted to make peace with him. We entered his house, he went to his room, and I sat down on the sofa in the living room. When he came back, he sat next to me, hugged me and started to kiss me. Everything was fine then. I rejoiced and thought that he was angry no more.
Suddenly he stopped and said that we were dating for a long time and maybe we could have sex? I said I could not do it then and I did not want to do it before wedding. It was very important for me. He knew about it because we talked about it before. He stood in front of me, took me by the hands and squeezed them until they hurt. He said that if I wanted to be with him, we must have sex or else we would break up.
He started to take my clothes off, I tried to kick him, but he knocked me instead and said that he would hit me stronger if I did it again or continued to shout. He kept on taking my clothes off and took off his pants. Then he took my neck with one hand and started to strangle me. I was crying and begging him to stop but he was getting even angrier. He became very mad, wasn't listening to me and shouted that I should shut up. I was feeling disgusting as if something foreign substance was inside me, and it felt like a thousand tiny pinpricks and I could do nothing about it.
I fainted at some point. I don't know if it was because of fear or because I didn't have enough air to breathe. I woke up because he was punching me in the face and was saying he was sorry. He thought I was dead. I don't remember how I got home. My mother met me on the threshold. I told her everything. My mother started to cry and told me to wash my face. I was scared to look at myself in the mirror. My face turned out to be battered. It was all in blood and swollen. My neck was purple. My clothes – a shirt and trousers – were all in blood and torn.
I wanted to wash it all away, burn my clothes and myself. I took a scouring pad and began to wash myself with it. I was rubbing my body continuously. Only my mother who came in and saw that I was all in blood could stop me. She was looking at me, crying and shaking. I was sleeping when I heard how my father came. I was very scared; my body, face and neck were aching. I was feeling nauseous. I was waiting for his words. I heard how they started arguing and he started to shout at her. Father said that he didn't believe that and that it was all my fault.
Then I heard steps approaching me. They were loud and weighty. My father knocked out the closed door, ran into my room, he was all blushing, his forehead veins were protruding, and his eyes were as red as my boyfriend's. He took me tightly by the hands and began to shout. He said that it was my fault and slapped me in my face so that my vision darkened. I fell on the floor. I heard how he was saying that I was not his daughter, that he could not look in the eyes of his relatives, that I could not get married. He said that no one needed me like that. My mother ran into the room and started to shout at my father and hit him. I felt nothing afterwards.
The next thing I remember was in the hospital.