Secondary school was fun, I loved going to school, not necessarily because I really loved learning. My clique of friends were the coolest, I loved hanging out with them. Coming from a Christian home, I never really knew what Valentine was all about talk less of falling in love. I got to witness what love was first hand from Jane, an influential members of my clique. I envied her because she had love, her boyfriend treated her like a queen. This made me crave for love.

I finally got what I wanted when Sam started showing interest in me. I had my very first Valentine with him.
That evening I sneaked out of the house to meet him, he was taking me for a friend's party. I was really excited, spending this evening with him would really be amazing. He got me a bottle of Smirnoff ice, I gulped one bottle after the other. I couldn't remember most of the happenings that evening. All I could remember was an exhilarating feeling that swept through my body as we partied. I woke up the next morning in a strange room, naked in a blood soaked bed, I had been raped.